IT'S LIKE THAT
I've just walked into a blinding storm
in which things are flying everywhere.
Nothing seems safe anymore and this
world is a glamorous fusion of
misconnected things. What a
simple world this is!
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Now it's all come down to nothing :
the cop on the corner with the whistle
he never uses, the lady walking sideways
to her car, all the while fumbling for
keys. Everyone engaged in something.
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This used to be an old, gray building;
now it's covered in mirror glass that does
absolutely nothing for me : I see the rest
of the sky reflected, and a few blinking
birds who will die from smacking their
heads in flight. Sad, more, sad, again.
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I am a lizard like a child with nothing to
do but despise my elders. I want more
of everything, always, but have already
had way too much. Not forlorn, just mad.
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