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You say you want to go up, in fact
You do go up, but in a way
That you stay inside, a topography
Of items that were cast away,
A museum of Paris and of Saturn,
Train schedules, a night club and
Fine art, a book of poems referencing
Joyce, the vulgar and the bland,
But more wonderful than all
Their wonders is the sense of wonder,
It is the coffee that makes you weep
The flooding and the thunder.
Yaacov David Shulman