WILD WORLD AMIIDST US
The wild world amidst us is also
the wild world that admits us. As
we enter, we leave all behind. The
strange shadows we see are procured
by our dreamings in our quest for the
perfections (which also get questionable)
we seek. There's nothing ever so good
as the Paradise that never was.
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I have an archetype of everything in
mind : the perfectly-slotted roadway
which once was but a deer path through
the heavy woods - now running past
truck stops and Seven-Elevens along
all our wandering ways. Two small
competing diners, challenging each
other with their quest for the better
burger and cheese. There's nothing
ever so good as the dessert we never
seize.
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Maybe it's all conjecture, and perhaps
this world's a dream; in any case I know
only certain things - my heart is beating
for you, I never look back, and - out
front, and stretching before me - are
far too many distant hills and outcrops.
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There's nothing ever so good as
the detour we never took.
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