"guys were waiting at a light, discussing the backwards and lowly state of some of their brothers, today. all the while, waiting for a electric light to tell them when to go."
So today was the last day of the first week of the last semester of my undergraduate career.
I think I've forgotten how to build a logical argument.
Looking up,
the weight of the world slides
off the top of our round heads.
crashing plates and bronze weights
our eyes catch glimpse of the infinite stars scattered
shattered light like church glass smashed
by the grey stone in our pocket.
we feel the smoothness of a world that fits
whistle through the air
as if God, as if stars,
realizes us
and is born, anew.
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Funny man. I like your words, Mike
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