Other worlds be
Where else might the sun
Bleach my auburn hair
How then not to simply be here
How not to be
So so continuously grateful
For the exclusive meditations
If only twenty-one was an option
Or thirty, or forty
Yet, how impatient
In those early years
Before turning turtle
And going back to college
To be taught The Poetics of Space
To study the poetry of human nature
Now to invest in the bodies
Of the beautiful people
To wonder, or wander
With a mind
Freed of all complications
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