--
Anger & resentment will
fuel my aging frame's limping skill
Forever Young shades embrace
my doubting Thomas in rage, rage
against the goodnight light
I will rant & rave over the slope
where Guy Debord slowly dug
his sodden grave
I may fall down sober on the cot
where Walter Benjamin
took his forceful swift poison
I will thrive where I arrive--
Nowhere Man
scattered to the winds
where the sky burns in welcome
--
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