As you get older you make the world
what it should be. You lower the expectations
by just walking in the room. See how beautiful
the sky is before the mucous in your eyes
falls away?
You're gonna think what you're gonna
think. Never blame someone else
for that.
Passion. The settling. The very morning
you overslept you dreamed you were
a good man in a mask and a grey hoodie.
No residue. Just a bright white
light traveling in an upward trajectory.
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