i
wanna reread
camus
the first man
and
neal cassady the first
third
there's
a way someone else's life
can
pry you open to the day's first light
even
when all else is forcing the great darkness
the
back alleys of denver are not so far
from
the ocean walls in algeria
the
grind of desperation shoes
stepping
beneath billboard shadows
always
walking always talking incessantly
words
against hopelessness
like
it's all we have
there
are deserts that bloom
through
nightmares
see
them
for
the beauty
of
what they are
---
e b bortz
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