Wikipedia Poem, No. 645

“I won’t dwell on these or on any details now. I have a good deal to do and I am exhausted in the eighth day of a heavy cold. This is just to tell you that life has a new mask on.” John Berryman, 10 October 1943
so do i am exhausted in the end of our minds this instead of our minds this instead of our minds instead of our minds this the end of a heavy cold the end minding the cold speaker and spoken to our annual knowing being offered up to us i have a good deal to tell on a term-to-term basis instead of our minds the eighth day of mum as we begin less-than-life has a new mask on this is less-life than less with its new mask hell-in-new-rochelle any details now (exactly what i don't yet know) i am exhausted and at the end of our minds on an animal incomprehensible bizarre touching mint it does so and it is warm its being the beginning offered up at the end of life has a new mask on