GLEEFULLY UNNERVED
Golden chariot, I am flying with
nothing beneath me. Those magic
carpet stories of cartoons were never
quite this way : everything of the
outer world is gone, and I am
stripped of my illusions now.
What passes for the moment is
disfavor - I love the land, I hate
the land; I lived here, I never did.
There is nothing left, and I may
have, by being so gleefully
unnerved, eaten the clock.
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