he loves
joan rivers
the 14th century
twist ties and
peanut butter
he thinks about
fire
the upanishads
modern air conditioning
and jack phelps
he sees
the music of the spheres
HD tv
clicking balls with bells in them
fingers ticking the ivory
his dreams
will be just like reality
his hopes
are interchangeable with his fears
he will sit by the bank of the river
in his head
and wait for the body
of his enemy to go floating by
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