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  Another one ... now ... all these years are the dream you forget to write this morning as you rush out the door for the meeting that is so very important that you even forget to look at the cat being friendly and surreptitious at the foot of the bed and you forget to listen for the subtle drip of water beneath the sink or a whisper from the fallen book on the floor where it fell. Remember this is the year we were never going to make it to because the sky was falling the sky was falling just as it has with each breath pretending to be just another moment with yr buddy with yr pal who never tells you how quickly he's moving off because he seems to be standing there just there holding this cricket before he pulls off the legs to make you laugh and each mindless giggle is a year shaved off the end because it was life you tried to be the god of your own life and were for the tiniest moment carving yr initials into a heartlessness you'd be sorry for later. Then when everybody crowded around to hear yr true story of the russian satellite something broke through like a light to shine on yr little lie and we were all living on a planet like this one tying copper wire around our ankles and dancing with machinery in our eyes saying this one i want this one more than any of the others. Sometimes you get what you want and it turns out okay and you never learn that hard lesson about losing until it's too late to make any difference or yr too tired to care because you forgot the light of branches waking you up summer days next to the best smile that might have been god's tricky message but you were pretty sure it was only flesh and blood for the moment. You have other things to think about and they pull you into the next room that's not really any brighter than the one you were already in. You forget about driving through the center of town and settle for a quiet sidestreet that's obviously the heart of somebody's world but there's never enough time to stop out front of the houses and mirrors never enough time for the books and solemn music. You have a very important unfortunate occurrence waiting and singing as it waits for you. The kindest most possible song now leaps to your ears and someone takes yr hand as if you had offered it and leads you to a spot where the best smile jumps out from all over and burns you into something lucid and likely as this year this day that was never going to arrive.

It isn't safe to sit in judgment upon another
person's illusion when you are not on the inside. While you are thinking it is a dream,
he may be knowing it is a planet.
Mark Twain

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