ONE MILLION FRAGMENTS
I'm beginning to think there's another
Earth - a place more sublime and
more decent. My mind says that's
where you live; not on this one.
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It's a glimmer, some new illusion.
I too want to be. 'Shit outta' luck'
like they tried to say in the movies
but never could. I say it now, and
it's all for the good.
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It means I'm out of chances, and
in Bethany, PA. no less. Outside
the house of David Wilmot. History
always resounds too late; but you
can look him up.
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Certain things come once in this life;
Other things - one million fragments -
come back over and over and over again.
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