first world
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When the sun shines
I want to drink wine
like a fish climbs a current
insurgent, purgent
Flowing unknowingly
Growing unshowedly.
The pines rise and fall
to the grime time
haphazardly
Is this really it?
Nothing more, nothing less? I have to ask,
Is this really it?
The rest of our lives with the flick of a switch?
Offices, highways, business card masks,
