Sometimes, we take in impressions,
Even memories, a pink apartment Building, that we have nothing Left inside. Take nourishment, If you are able, from the spikes Of the railroad tracks, from Everything, reinforce those other Rails from your heart to the palm Of your hand, and the food that you See, the bins of avocado, Are good, are yours, leave out The memory of that bravado That teetered on the edge of Misery, leave out the discarded Packaging materials, the scattered Cardboard trash, let the retarded Light seep slowly into your marrow, Across the boundary of your brain, Until the light is switched on And the morning is rich with rain
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