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written by: David Molnar
something strange is happening to me
i seem to have reached that sacred spot
sought by the legions who meditate
that place where the mind is blank of thought
but my place is like a city street
in the bad part of town at 2 AM
and the streetlights are out
my coat is too thin to warm me
and my eyes can't penetrate the darkness
and the only sound I can hear
is the wordless howling of the wind
blowing dust and discards of human life
all around me, standing there, utterly alone.
Lover of nature.
Raised by working class first generation parents who loved America.
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