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Under an umbrella comprised of stars
beneath the sound of the ocean
I stand, the earth like a top spins
beneath me. Somewhere from the border
of this nation you leave me.
All night on a bus you ride
your heart in synch with a pounding surf
contracting at images seen in your sleeping.
I stand on an island as an island
this evening. Not as empty as I could be
not as whole as I wish. This is not
a night for any philosophy which
does not flow its bitter overflow
into my cup. You head towards
a future whose siren seduced you.
I reach for my hope in sky and sea
in the turning of this world
in the rising of the sun.
In a few hours the morning will find us
completely begun
the act of forgetting and covering memory
with all that is new.
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I'd rather have permanent employment than be called fascinating
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You went to Tampa to stop time
