In our dreams we receive the transmission of space,
We convert our physical consciousness to radio,
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To own an old lighthouse restaurant
on the coast,
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I scurry to the library, where I can caress these keys,
the yellowing turn of leaves, the embrace of warm chairs,
for outside of my car and consumptive cans of beer, I can come here
bring my Langston Hughes I have hidden in canister,
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Cursed few amongst us strewn
to the tides of the pacific highway,
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A sucttlebutt, the worst of the butterflies
rounding out around second avenue as a
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Its twilight 152 again,
And all the workers are walking,
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Its officially in the paper love, see,
I push the periodical across the table, light a cigarette,
she drinks her coffee and stares at the acidic print,
you know I never thought it would last she lisps,
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Sitting by the pond we debate the need for fishing poles
as the singing mackerel breaks through the bubbly muck
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I lost you there at the mini cooper and laundromat
I asked did you want to sit on the machine?
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