I've been bargaining with the devil -
I've promised him every winter morning's brilliant sun
reflecting off of the snow,
and I've laid on the table, like a street merchant,
the quiet of the house just before midnight.
I've promised him every winter morning's brilliant sun
reflecting off of the snow,
and I've laid on the table, like a street merchant,
the quiet of the house just before midnight.
I've handed over, as a gesture of goodwill,
the smiles and small gestures
of my friends and colleagues, and even strangers.
And of course, as an ante,
my ability to sit and listen to the rain or wind.
The devil nods in gratitude with each proffer,
as if I am so close to his reservation price,
but he only takes
and he has never really said
there was a deal to be had.
as if I am so close to his reservation price,
but he only takes
and he has never really said
there was a deal to be had.
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