I was, once, wayward in Hayward...
It was at a time when reality, inventing
specious visions in dubious-design, beguiled...
and I, I immersed in that delusion, wandered about,
nebulous in cause: up and down -
Berkeley, Oakland, Hayward.
Led by forces unbeknown, then, and yet...
now familiar in their childish blague.
They were games, that's all, 'GAMES! '...
with rules for fools. Fortuitous me, although,
that the impediment was met and I...
I sauntered away in my fervent...
DISGUST! ! ! !
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