the worst I can endure

is still a lot better

that being in contemplation

with no love to express it

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your time is up--

NOW you may begin---

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I'm back in my skin after a lifetime in my head--

but for the wear and tear of fading flesh

and diminished hunger

my head is ready to absorb my skin

open the doors of Paradise, Pete...

I'm leaving these old rags outside--

a lifetime in my head back in my skin--

rags on the snowy stoop of the abandoned house--

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my yearning quieted long before

the acquisition of its fulfillment

and now is bittersweetly settling for

the healing of its confinement

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age supercedes age

one tyranny replaces another

but down here

we watch the shadows of big dogs

blot out our shadows on the sidewalk

and then glance up to see nothing above us

I answer to a different name

in a game with another set of rules

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flatulence--

the music of the spheres on a rubbery-sounding cello

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back to from where I started

to go out through where I came in

with everything different

but everything the same

and my self-image giving way

to what I actually am

and uttering the one honest hosanna--

oh crap!

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