like a diver with strong kicks surfacing or a colt being born shaking off the webbed sticky placenta to stagger around, hungry, insulted, more than a little drunk, I drive my fury upward out of L.A. |
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I had forgotten the face of reality,
the blue-eyed sky
uncompromising as a stripper ~
wisps of cloud
stuck here and there for propriety
fail to hide the fact
there will be no rain
molten air flows against me ~
I can't breathe for heat
can't see for brightness,
yet I have reached a conclusion
after thirteen years
chasing what wasn't there ~
staring into the sun
won't blind me