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I awoke from the dream again where I am
running in place and
arguing with a guitar.
I make some valid points, but it always wins
craning its neck for Coste or Carulli
and leaving me swinging at the sun.
Debates demand your attention, see,
and I need a zero room to filter out everything
from time and the river. I look away in the heat
of battle and take it on the chin every time.
Lights out and coming to this time
I was imagining an equation for dealing
with every beautiful line
that doesn't seem to fit.
running in place and
arguing with a guitar.
I make some valid points, but it always wins
craning its neck for Coste or Carulli
and leaving me swinging at the sun.
Debates demand your attention, see,
and I need a zero room to filter out everything
from time and the river. I look away in the heat
of battle and take it on the chin every time.
Lights out and coming to this time
I was imagining an equation for dealing
with every beautiful line
that doesn't seem to fit.