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Feb 2013
A large gold and brass gate hovers
A foot above the gravel
As I wonder how much it cost
I drive down it's path in awe
Of the Christian reverence of
The castle.

I stumble through the immaculate foyer
Embarrassed at the depth of my jaw
Only then realizing I was staring

The stairway to materialistic Heaven
Has so many steps,
      a step for every
      Wish that I could wake up and
      forget my dream
At the top of the mountain is a child's waiting room as she waits to age
Beyond her lobby is a hungry ocean and gossip

As the water pressure builds, we
Lose conscious thought and
Delirium takes hold, with only enough
Sanity left to order Chinese food
I wrote this while I lived with my friend for a few days (who I found out was uber-rich) when my mum and I were not on the best of terms and I had moved out. I've since moved back in because I got really sick from bouncing around with friends; my mum and I do fine as roommates.
Liam Dierl
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Liam Dierl  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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