Goines On: Babble

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Goines’ head during the night was the rocky bed of a running stream of catchy but unmemorable thoughts, images, projections, and memories, some seeming at the time to be kernels of poems or stories he might write, but most conveying no sense that he might actually have enough mind to write them. Enough mind during the present days? Or enough mind left forever?
    At one point, he did have a sense he could write something, but the babbling stream soon rushed again, before eventually trailing off into an hour of mindless sleep.

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