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walk up this heavy day
see that sky through the cracks
climb our towers
look out over our world
that world
not the world we live in
here
but all that underneath us
what we’ll never have
ours is better
up here
Mine
Ours
but I’ll never get that
that hill over there…
what’s in that green?
I wouldn’t know by visiting
never know
never have it
but to live there
and a transplant is an always an Alien
that’s bullshit Johnny
you can’t ever belong there
that’s why you gotta clone yourself with a local momma to male a new body
a new boy
a new man
who can grow up a part of those leafy valleys
know its caves and streams
salt marshes and antique stores!
and often look up at these towers
over here
and wonder what it’d be like…
what would it be like?
.iP
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