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Dec 2010
A desire grew in him to be elsewhere
So he left those sickly streets and flew far, farther.
Farther even than the sunset and then he sat
He sat until the desire grew again and then he rose.

Heart pounding, but feet sitting firm
A desperate cast to the recesses of memory,
Baiting that sense of home,
The feeling grew big, bigger, even bigger still

Until still he could sit no longer.
So he turned and turned and turned, turning
Like a clock spinning in time-lapse over a cheesy montage,
Turned in on himself and just turning on himself.

Looking to himself and finding lack
Coming to himself and realizing the lack was love.
Heart-tearing, world-renting
A desire grew in him to be someone else.
© Jake McKowen, 2010
Written by
Jake McKowen
   Dani Hill
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