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I forgot I have forgotten who I was and why I came up onto this roof why I do this so often I come up here to simplify In my house, there is internet and music and my computer, TV, nick nacks, memories, the past, the future the now it is all down there Up here... up here there are clouds sometimes stars trees, grass, a shed, two sheds, a road that no one travels on occasionally music in the distance from a house near the lake the one that parties too much full of the nows but here birds, crickets, cicadas, bats the earth moves around me Up here I have what I always will have even if I lose everything I will have this simple beauty and they will keep believing that as long as people come to their party they have it all
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:18 AM UTC
The Critical Juncture
I forgot I have forgotten who I was and why I came up onto this roof why I do this so often I come up here to simplify In my house, there is internet and music and my computer, TV, nick nacks, memories, the past, the future the now it is all down there Up here... up here there are clouds sometimes stars trees, grass, a shed, two sheds, a road that no one travels on occasionally music in the distance from a house near the lake the one that parties too much full of the nows but here birds, crickets, cicadas, bats the earth moves around me Up here I have what I always will have even if I lose everything I will have this simple beauty and they will keep believing that as long as people come to their party they have it all
see Undiscerning for the prequel to this poem.
lindsey-grace-bost
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:18 AM UTC
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