PRE-SUPPOSE
Remember before the beginning, when only the
wind was high in the trees - no line, no lights.
I liked it all much better when I was awake.
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Now, like a garnet, set in some wild oasis, I'm
sitting in a car. How ever did I reach this point :
some starry-eyed misnomer, this high world.
I do not belong.
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My second life is as a man of the streets : something
strange and awkward; life among taxis, days within
weeks. Along the highway, I suddenly see how they've
faked real rocks with concrete-formed illusion to
pretend a highway through the hills.
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How false and illusionary all things are.
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