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never speak of Never-Never Land
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
NEVER.

dancing with soliloquies
in mid-stride
stranding the frequent participles
in thin air, in the mile high city,
amidst the snow capped smiles.
julie danced too close to the fire
and infinity pleased her feet too well.
where the old heidegger sat down
next to the gay foucault…
everything is so perverse:
she is afraid of the burgundy suit,
trailing the fear that ran down the stairs.
she never saw it coming
she never had her imagination
she never missed me at all…
take the aspirin with the heart of a lion,
swallow the pride,
not choking on it.
“proust told her to close her eyes
and not say a thing…”
she forgot to stand up or
lie down right after the redemption
began. Too soon. Too late.
Not enough…
her one inch charm
falling on its side. where she’s
lucky to be lucky, or happy to be happy.
whatever, whichever, whenever
makes her happy…

And this forever Never-Never Land
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
NEVER.