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The Commencement

You ask me if I want a latte And I ask you to please rip your face off this time Because I can hear the light inside you Dying to get out. Courtesy has become a sort of madness Unless it be wild courtesy: Running, hurling yourself Through the air holding a cup and saucer In the direction of a favorite loved one. Giving money to everyone. Desireless bliss. Imagine needing nothing. Under the ground. Without a sound. And the levitation will begin.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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