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Outside when it's cold by the ocean he wonders back to the car where the water is even though the wind is chilly he still needs a drink it will cool him off he has to find a motel This is a lonely place he feels apart from the world he wishes he knew about tomorrow and that he could forget about yesterdays when the sunset late like it never really went down sleeping the van with headlights on all night forgetting to shut them off. At midnight he thought "maybe now?" but no. the lights of the buildings shimmer on the river and the bridges, fog at sunset earlier the orange light girds the horizon and sends out to the whole at large to say "yes, now." if you noticed. If you saw it there. It might be better thought to have been within the falling down (and then he rose up singing) that happened suddenly (they said he'd taken up a great big shield, who said?) If you have to imagine things might as well imgine him in glory some day you'll know let's all remember. When I decided to start dying forever I knew that one day I would live. Why run and rush for joy on the meadow side slope it's just a hill? It's just a mountain? It's just a heaven? Or a fountain? Or a reason for over bounding and the willow wind is sounding those birds which are rebounding in the trees that are surrounding the fields that are abounding. And those linemen they are grounding those poles that line the roadsides, go up the steep slope through and easement where the thickets are pricker-bushes but berries abound for birds and the hearty who'd go up there, summer day, late august a couple of bottles of water don't take glass bottles on a hike plastic doesn't shatter and cut your hand when you go to pick berries. When he got to the end of his giant continues same rhyme he thought "what if I never ever get back to this place where I started to decided to start to decide to start living and both dying and overreaching and crying but I knew that I'd have to rewrite it all and I'm not sure if I'll ever get back here again. If I walk down that walkway and out that front gate, and close it off into the wider world where people are actually paying attention and can just see the intention of the perdition that seems to be there at times. He calls it conspiracy. I call it observations of history. There can be no in between for him. His precarious world of privilege crumbles when he is able to recognize it in himself. pity. He is a fool and truly in despair for the paradoxes that he, himself, creates forever perplex him and he chases away even the most ecumenical and foolish friend who forgives his ever flaw even as he keeps on bashing trashing smashing the casual word the little bit of historical trivia that is like a bulldozer to his ego.
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