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The world’s just a place. So, I have one
mother and one father. But those will get
replaced by trees and pricey bottles of
Shiraz and Chardonnay. By laughter and
coins. Then those things are replaced. And
replaced again. The way friends fade in and
out of your life. How jobs come and go along
with complete confidence in our futures. The
world remains just a place that spins. I’ve been
replaced many times as you, living in the middle
of the hourglass where nothing stays for long,
living over the continents that slip under our
feet. The world’s just a place where all things
crashed together, and now, dazed, unravel.
People who collided in the mall and are now
well on to other things. Unbecoming is becoming.
A building in Cleveland. A mind in shock about
how far back childhood swirls. The world’s just
a place until you change. We are islands, we’re
ashtrays, we’re untimely understudies. Tonight
won’t be tonight much longer. You not you, nor I
me. Perhaps we’ll sleep with the bedroom door
wide open. So much going. So little leaving.
The world’s just a place. And remains to be seen.
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