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last night i dreamed myself and me at age nine
had a brief phone call across the oceans of time.
we didn't talk about much but we're both sure that
the bad guys will never win so long as we're alive.
i hung up but now looking at the rising sun i should
have ask more questions before the static ate him up:
does he know that eventually the dreams will burn?
does he know the hope he'll get when winters turn
into resurrection springs and invincible summers?
even if he knows these things there's so much to learn:
how to stay positive, to hold steady, to shake hands
how to kiss (the right way), when to start a band.
wisdom is never simple and there will be fire
so shake that fear out your eyes big man.
how tall can you stand?