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NotebookOne.TwentyOne.Untitled
by j z provo
Mon 1 May 1989
{Kat Van Wey's shift at WUVT;
while waiting to walk her home}
Melodies of words drip
>From the pages - washed
Clean
By waking thots;
Blink...
It was all a dream.
The freedom of words
An illusion. Soaring
High on a phrase, diving
To the punctuation. The
Power was untrue. Reality
Is here now. Go back to
Work-
WAIT!
-and pay no heed to
Those
Hear Me!
distracting
Wake Up!
murmers;
You are sick - see your
_This_ is the dream!
Supervisor...come, we've
Made
Quick! Remember the Words!
NOW! Before
the Appointment
For you. Go to Room
27A
it's too late!
Capture the feeling in the
Flight of the phrases as
They flow into a stream
...and see Doctor
Weishaupt...
Yes! Dance in the light!
We are
-Free!-
Once more! Do not
Look back... -so
they have
your shell;
Where WE are headed,
It matters not.
On the wings
of Our
Soul
We glide
to
what lies
Beyond the
Rim of
Our
Love.