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- in my dreams i’ve curved this place
- flat boulevard from funicular
- and overhang into sidewalk patio,
- burnt coffee and barbecue and tilted strings
- and scaffolding and
- the inconsistent shoulder rubbing of people
- second street drifting.
- in my dreams i’ve curled this place
- around me sitting still on a bench
- while many fill the streets
- with chatter, swilling drinks,
- dancing in the blush of starlight ink,
- who do not know how close they are to the one who left them drifting.
- in my dreams i’ve curbed this place,
- the by and by and by and by,
- i cruise from temple top to agitprop pinnacle
- a stop at each divine
- retired to statue, retired to shape
- retired to tired symbol of then,
- to when these people this fleet these targets
- these echoes of deceit
- these simple happy joyous folk
- these people these people they’re people first—
- til then, the long days before i came
- when they could just be drifting
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