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By wistful Date: 2004 Jul 10 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.10.19.02.18432]] |
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I ride the wave of his passion which lifts me above the dull-drone commons beyond the cardboard cups of molten caffeine emblazoned by the green smile of corporate hegemony I exalt from the heights where all the world becomes a Madurodam And somehow right in its relatlve proportion Small yet bustling, Legoland in its oneness. And when he goes, how quickly I fall Back into that streaming false-mind vision Faster than gravity because I arrow down My cheek crunching through the gravel How many times must I rise and plunge Before I find the way to scale the heights myself And see that I can float and glow beside the man or without him, whatever fate decrees? |