when i grow up
i want to be able
to sing like an immortal haunted ghost
born into a good caste
even though enamored with
strange at the minute
historical at collection
to live forever through creation
to look into the abyss
to smile at paintings of women
to see through the eyes of another
a down pouring a hail storm
of connection into
the words to say
leave me alone or be my friend
i'm happy you had to have been there
forever gone to differences
circulating or hoping mysticism
edgar allan poe never was my goal
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