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two days ago i left this town

to take on the wide-open exits

i meant to find another line

to transport my involvement

and so i crept along the freeways

until i hit the airport exit

stopped from red lights hindering

outside the port of flight to france

i overlooked what was a zoo

of airlines parked in open fields

abandoned from the growth of earth

concreted in the means of leaving

scattering the needs of fleeting

tangled in the drapes of clouds

so swell and sullen in the afternoon

of which i departed

with a short and subtle sigh

waving out my pasty hands

and handing out a hug or two

so long for some time

see you in a some day

when somehow i will feel secure

with something i have gained



but as i drift i leave my lineage

the template of my stationery

chain of organized decisions

all the writings all the rants

all the words i said and meant

all the best and lesser times

of adolescent sentiment



and now i know just why we wonder

because the truth will always bore us

and what exists is too amorphous

so we wander seeking answers

hoping one day we will satisfy

the hole thats growing in our hearts

starving for a bigger meaning

before death comes bearing greetings