Faustian restlessness still stirs striving
no desire now to go anywhere but home
how old was Faust anyway at the end
Goethe died eight-two what did he do
with all those extra years what do any
this explains a day of urban errands I
successfully completed without even
planning it out or looking anything up
free of time but right on time as usual
my former tardiness preposterous now
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