I am sitting in a convenient store
my coffee is getting cold
the word triumvirate pops up
it's a word that doesn't belong here
yet, it snaps into its place:
what is real is what is the case
suddenly, I wanna be crazy old
the laughing belly of our truth
I wanna be profoundly young like music
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