HINDENBURGH TOO!
(someplace to crash)
There's dirigible inside my head,
ready to burst into flames? It's
floating quite low, and heavy with
something : deadly as gas and sweet
as new grass. Both together : duplicity,
dichotomy, and me. I can't help it.
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No mere lawn or mere groundscape
any longer; everywhere I look I'm
looking for someplace to crash.
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