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Only one You
Well there is only one you just one like the letter between T and V in the alphabet
Somewhere tonight there is rain in the air and the city lights are reflected and magnified only to fall on ears that are asleep or completely absent of the earth. How the days go on and every time I turn around all I see is you in the invisible mirrors in my head, you in the windows of the shops and office buildings as I walk the streets. Your shadow seems to follow me in the light of the streetlamps, in the glow of the moon and even in the tired fingers of the sun.
You are a forest fire inside a volcano, buckets of fresh water at the bottom of the Mariana Trench,the hands of a clock strangling the last gold pocket watch on earth.
May all the hot coffee you order at the shop always be cold, may your days when you are old and alone be filled with photographs and the memory of photographs which you no longer have, may you eat Ajax for breakfast and acetone for lunch and finish with a dynamite dinner.
May the freeways you drive down turn into darkened alleys. May you always suddenly wake up in that moment when you are about to fall asleep and realize that you are sleeping- constantly - and never have rest. The stars above your head at night spit daggers and the sky above your head during the day give you gifts of dung.
I hope you fall down, and can't get up and that when you are there alone, on the tiled floor of your kitchen, looking up through the skylight, you see that star for the first time. The alarm clock snooze button out of your reach. The kettle on the stove, calling out to the dogs.
That star in the sky light will glow brighter because it seems to be approaching you but you are approaching it like the light at the end of the tunnel and your hands like embers as you reach out for it.