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NotebookOne.TwentyOne.Untitled
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by j z provo
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Mon 1 May 1989
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{Kat Van Wey's shift at WUVT;
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while waiting to walk her home}
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Melodies of words drip
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>From the pages - washed
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Clean
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By waking thots;
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Blink...
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It was all a dream.
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The freedom of words
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An illusion. Soaring
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High on a phrase, diving
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To the punctuation. The
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Power was untrue. Reality
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Is here now. Go back to
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Work-
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WAIT!
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-and pay no heed to
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Those
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Hear Me!
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distracting
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Wake Up!
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murmers;
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You are sick - see your
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_This_ is the dream!
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Supervisor...come, we've
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Made
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Quick! Remember the Words!
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NOW! Before
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the Appointment
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For you. Go to Room
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27A
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it's too late!
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Capture the feeling in the
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Flight of the phrases as
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They flow into a stream
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...and see Doctor
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Weishaupt...
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Yes! Dance in the light!
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We are
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-Free!-
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Once more! Do not
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Look back... -so
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they have
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your shell;
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Where WE are headed,
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It matters not.
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On the wings
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of Our
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Soul
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We glide
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to
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what lies
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Beyond the
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Rim of
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Our
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Love.
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