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  • At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and
    powerful yearning for union with one's lost self.
    Brendan Francis

    I live on a street called Faith,
    Right at the corner of Hope, two blocks down
    From Charity. It's too much, really,
    What the city planners load into our lives
    When we aren't looking.

    I sit here playing my Beethoven symphonies,
    looking out the window every so often,
    hoping to catch a glimpse of you
    walking by. I lay elaborate plans
    as to how I can meet you
    and have it all look like a coincidence.
    But I am very shy.

    And you, my electric moon vagabond dream,
    May I write you into my novel?
    May I quote you in my next epic poem?
    When you walk by I read your lips.
    With my eyes I listen to the poems
    that fall from your face
    Like telegrams, like birds, like flowers.

    (Photograph by Alex)
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