SOMETIMES TO BE
Sometimes to be simply left
alone becomes my favored
point of view. Like clouds,
passing by the outside mirror
view, the window glass distorts.
I want to be there too.
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Without real meaning, and no
edifice of artifact; the Potemkin
factor of what I see makes me
know it it's just illusion.
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We hanker for handles and rails,
as if to think of gliding down
disturbs us.
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