To lie sleepless with the ferment of joyful thoughts
Like it never happened
Settling is just another word for everything left to lose,
A manifesto about the future
That you discover
when you stand still.
You roll over, asking for the remote control.
Surfing for Leno, Jon Stewart, the Home Shopping Network.
A fractured montage--
A quality of being thrown together
Like strange names at railway stations through the night.
By: Jacob Adams
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