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I find myself in a trance.  I look across the café and see this vision of Kerouac and Cassidy jostling each other over the fires of Hades,  I try to voice my verse in panic stricken tones.  Such audience as this I did not expect.  And to what divinity must I give praise for this opportunity,  It is startling to me to be in such presence,  The radical hipster and beatnik coming under the gun.  Duress is such but I panic not.  I am too flustered by the moment,  Could this even be real?

Ready for defeat

can not admit to myself

a moment passing

another moment rising

an illusion to behold