So long, so far without these words
So long, so far away without these words
So long, so far away
Emotion carried by escape
A cardboard star in a cardboard sky
What answer, where answer
The omniscient detective who under pays the private eye
Where it doesn’t matter who there is to talk to
Expansive
Expansive
The sieve of the sorrow
The sorrow of the sounding
The sound of the story as it rattles in an empty box
Fabled moving images detract
Watching something that would have meant so much to someone who you aren’t anymore
Only touched by the same generational relevance
Bifurcated by community
Why don’t I choose to not sit alone
The lone TV broadcasting stories of sports and method compassion
To partake in the fantasy in a more conscious way
A very emboldened excitement versus a very dissected presence
Where the word is interrupted by other words
When the emotion is institutionalize
Constantly eating alligators and making window boxes with nothing but one single light
Impulse does nothing for the shallows
I am ever further and ever more near
I am still
I can still
The greatest wants
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Some moments lend themselves to assessment better than others. While it isn’t always good to try to determine where exactly you are along your cosmic trajectory, some times it’s helpful to lay down mile markers and make approximations of how many miles are left to go.
–Jackie Clark
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