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mourning glory

 
should I feel alone in my glory
I need but walk the train tracks

taking in the
rubbish

the
empty spray paint cans

the bones of natures last stock
     too slow to keep pace
     with the metallic mastodons

the danger excited aura
     of teenage exploration

last years christmas tree
     burnt red from summer

these unseen recesses exist along with my glory
unmediated
and unsung
but
more important than museums
for where art is headed
Written by lightbaron
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