generations

white night bland and
blind
it comes warm and now
we dance
in the imagination of
that luxury
we afford ourselves
in time
well, my cronys, listen
to the drum solo
and wonder
"why don't i listen to satchmo
more often?"
i wonder that too...
get my head in shape
for the battle of love
i will never
fight in my dreams
I Hope. I hope. i hope. i

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