What we were taught by those older
Than us, was to respect what is real,
And makes business sense, vice the
Music in hour heads, what we feel,
Urges and mistaken assumptions
All sorted out by what we learn,
Our precious, peculiar childhood
Dreams, banished, never to return.
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Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Image by Mark Harm Niemeyer
Far Out (By Philip Larkin)
Beyond the bright cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on the air.
These have no proper names:
Men out alone at night
Never look up at them
For guidance or delight.
For such evasive dust
Can make so little clear:
Much less is known than not,
More far than near.
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