in that room I have never left
this body drifts away from me
I've mislaid an empty head
crowds have taken its words
lines shudder unprofitably
as everyone is weeping
you can tell how it ended
though it won't ever end
I learn to regret the future
not the inconsistent pasts
of the anticipated machinery
I'm now at liberty to recite
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Pic: Floating Dale Chihuly orbs at Meijer Sculpture Gardens in Grand Rapids. (Trip with Cousin P this week.)
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