THE REALITY OF THE SPIRITUAL TOURIST

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JOURNAL #29

a sad disappointment

saunters in from the cold

near medieval measures

marred by love

essential beings beheld in some

vague glory

tourists are we

banned from the real cities

meandering about in darkened doorways

fostering notions that we are fortunate

humanity

a pissed off hybrid

of saintly intentions

stuffed into a heavy moving

uncomfortable mass

plagued with numerous flaws

which if it could

very likely would

remind those souls

that have yet stepped

into their roles

that what looks perfect on

does not  necessarily feel perfect

every moment that such restrictive suit

is on

Melissa

(written Dec.24,2003 235am)

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