Oh, what a day....
should have been fireworks.
Should have been on fire,
drinking wine, soda
unafraid to lose.
tell me to relax
while the window calls
my eyes, to the trees
and history.
Will you be in it?
When tomorrow started
they never told me about the
cost: or the high wire
and the falling man
endless arriving,
dropping in...
for the party that was
yesterday;it's me.
see my eyes-tell me they aren't lying
about freedom, it never seems to
be inside me
inside you
there are a hundred oceans
of uncertainty
can I swim through
them all?
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