Every morning I try
to break out of my limited self
and it cracks occasionally
for longer and longer times
until I can’t hold on
to cold air any more
driven back to earth
get in the car now
I try to tell myself
only to find I listen
like a Roman army
with that Roman will
who built a temple
in the mind of man
to the beautiful.
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