A tall order eyed him from the tip of a bored mountain
and he wanted to puke on his shoes with the vision it offered.
His body kept yelling at him with pain
and he put his smiley face on his cluttered dusty shelf.
If you want to pop the happy pimple thought
look around for a mirror first
it’s much more difficult without one
you have to guess and you might miss
and distort the innocent skin, the voice said.
Oh yes I’m back here he thought
this polar opposite ice cap
this borderless somber playground.
He looked around for the sunny day or
the sunny thought and saw only infinite paper.
An index to the everlong hardware struggle
could be found filed under yesterday
, and he scrutinized it with an evil eye.
He looked up in exasperation and said in clear voice
I will face this goddamnit where are my feet?
So forward, you twisted soldier
and fight with me this long cold attrition.
Forward, always forward, with straight spine and clear eye.
Sol was small and dim as it rose to meet him.
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