what it is like to be dfw

 there's a desk waiting for you

with a huge window directly in front of it

and you sit down and none of your bones crack

and the wooden floorboards don't creak

it's all so smooth.

the window is open the perfect amount

for a bit of fresh air to come in and keep 

your mind's eye focused but not chill your fingertips.

you sit there and a disgusting albatross of observations

and your least conscious feelings comes out of you

like the silk hankies a clown pulls out of his sleeve that 

truly never ends. pull harder and faster

and it all keeps coming and then suddenly the sun

has set behind a green hill and flooded

your peripherals with gold and you stand up and push the seat back

and walk away from the desk,

not satisfied 

but elated. 

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