SO NOW THIS IS REAL
Let it go, be this way, finding the maze :
I understand the me that no one cares about.
Playing chess with a God. Being check-mated
by embarrassed angels; a sentinel Michael with
his flaming sword. I'll sit until the fire burns down.
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Chips at the casino, and those nearly naked girls in
the clubs, who wish to dance on stages of their lives,
I just let them go on. Pile up high, the everything.
Whisper for me to the very dangerous man -
the bouncer who dreams of daffodils -
I too have met his type while leaving.
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The guestbook has no names.
The big floor is empty.
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