Proust on a Thumbnail

Night comes, and with it
The atavistic neuroses—
Do the gods love me
What hides behind the moon
I play solitaire
While my Victrola
Plays zarzuela
“C’mon nature,
Tell me you see me”
And yes I think
I’m onto something

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