it's a half life
and wondering
about cloud
shapes and heat
homeless men and cigarettes
like firecrackers and half dead lighters
like fingers cracking and no end
gambling like Miss Atomic says
just glad to be glowing
in appreciation of the energy
the strange shapes and forms
the mountains limiting our line
out to the end of the valley
Paradise and old trees
hard streets that try tires and make
me think of cheap wonders
the behind the scenes life
is blisters and long hours
the cost of making dreams is
bad backs
and unsure Saviors
meet me by the praying Mantis
and duck beneath the fire
and make electric what was primal
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