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Feb 2016
Why does the light
Travel
In the room
So fast?
Show me the tower of Babel
Under full moon.

Let the details
Marvel
My eyes
Now I need cocktails
To disable
The fear besides

The unknown
Revealing nothing.
I walked faster
Entering a bar known
Embracing
A fake ancestor

Perhaps
I need to travel to Zanzibar
To see the light
Of my past
**** the bar
Its moonlight

Spare my brains
The lawyers
Of made-up Gods
Keep your own pains
Like cake layers
Singing on your I-Pods

I enter
Everyday
Blessed by my imagination
Writing a letter
Never sent anyway?
But alive is my passion.

1-31-2016
G
Written by
G  Boston
(Boston)   
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