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To be alive I is being a metallic capsule
with a hooked rod protruding from an end
floating through black, 1nf1nite space.
Sometimes you're lucky enough to hook
en to another metallic capsule with a sui table

hook,
and so, the two of you go spinning through

until the hook slips. space together.

Of course. your hook eventually becomes

unfunctional
so that any other encounters you have with

other capsules
leave you with nothing but dents in your

metallic shell.
So you can't help to question if it's wortb it -

if the lonely, black. infinite floating is

worth the
little bit of time your'ri given to spin.

To stupidly, dizzily spin through empty space.
To wander aimlessly through the golf course

Singing to the fog.
To wonder at the delicate beauty of a friend's

body.
Todance paSSionately communing with the

stroboscopic
jangle of 8. gig1f, whirling in a vibrant spaBm.
To marvel at the vapory swirls of the clouds as

dance on the glisten of a full moon. they

To fly laughing across campus running before the

wind.
To gaze into your lover's eyes and fearleSsly

say. "r love you."

Don Simmons