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I’m embarrassed to say it –
if you don’t call I’ll die.  I am
embarrassed to say what is both
true and untrue.  That which doesn’t move mountains.
I don’t move myself anywhere.  Some
fool sits down to play the flute
at the edge of the roof – I fall asleep.
You don’t call.  No one dies.  Except for
Mr. Present.