to sit and wonder at the vastness
exploring the myriad beauty of
being alive?
...
What was all that industrialism for, anyways?
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Nothing here folks
Mental Enemas.
And inside, on a bare wood floor, with bare walls,
I would sit
Before the plate-glass window
Advertising nothing
Selling nothing
Perhaps in home-spun cloth.
if i could figure out how to work one of those spinning wheel things.
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