text_original: Once again, despite the weary signpost of the years, I run on the laughing avenues of childhood. [Illustration] My preface outstays its time. Even as I write our audience has gathered. Limber folk in front squat on the floor. Bearded folk behind perch on chairs as on a balcony.
text_transcription: ONCE AGAIN DESPITE THE WEARY SIGN MOST OF THE YEARS I RUN ON THE LAUGHING AVENUES OF CHILDHOOD MY PREFACE OUTSTAYS ITS TIME EVEN AS I WRITE OUR AUDIENCE HAS GATHERED LIMBER FOLK IN FRONT SQUAT ON THE FLOOR BEARDED FOLK BEHIND PERCH ON CHAIRS AS ON A BALCONY
phonemes: wˈʌns ɐɡˈɛn, dᵻspˈaɪt ðə wˈɪɹi sˈaɪnpoʊst ʌvðə jˈɪɹz, aɪ ɹˈʌn ɔnðə lˈæfɪŋ ˈævənˌuːz ʌv tʃˈaɪldhʊd. [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən] maɪ pɹˈɛfəs aʊtstˈeɪz ɪts tˈaɪm. ˈiːvən æz aɪ ɹˈaɪt ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɔːdiəns hɐz ɡˈæðɚd. lˈɪmbɚ fˈoʊk ɪn fɹˈʌnt skwˈɑːt ɔnðə flˈɔːɹ. bˈɪɹdᵻd fˈoʊk bᵻhˌaɪnd pˈɜːtʃ ˌɔn tʃˈɛɹz æz ˌɔn ɐ bˈælkəni.