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If we were machines, we'd have the gift of being eternal and I want you to understand
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
heaven of eternal air
I thought you loved me
they gather between lifetimes where the water shines
Brad, what if I told you I belonged to a network of freedom fighters?
Dress rehearsal for the mouth, heart, and mind
I have failed
Sing me songs of nights to come
It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there
Blind Lake
Everything's Eventual
Under a Telephone Pole
Psychology and free will
July 20, 2000
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