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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