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I don’t aspire so much as I dream
about life once lived and twice when wonderful
sparks spirited us away; just a loll, a roll across water
on our backs and bellies sliding, free-wheeling and side-winding.

Pressed for time
all the time
it seemed.

Eternal weighs us from too far off, unfulfilled not a good place to fall, these tow-away zones
are paved to hurt, no shade here or there nor
anywhere for that matter.

What will be befitting your final embellishment?
Adjustable tonal flora becomes you, as you fade away
and become it.

It’s only rock ‘n’ roll –

© Chagall 2014