How many lines
of how many poems
have I erased?

Like bonds which are
betrayed at the hands of time,
and found years later on the
rocky shores of some dead-end thought.

A wise man spoke to me.
He said:
Don’t be fooled-
‘cause nobody wins,
and no matter where you end up
you always sacrifice something to get there.

Now how’s that for a thought?

And I returned to my Technicolor dreams,
but the stars above my gutter died that night.

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