dublin

i think. i write. then i read out loud. and i live.
sometimes life works out. life circles off, sums up and gives in.
in dublin i surrender to myself. i acknowledge time goes by as life runs out. i am within and without. i want to stay as i leave. i want to go as i lie. i whirl as i recall paris, boston, gújara. i open my eyes to look around - and realize no one is looking at me. not even a gaze. not even a smile.
dublin takes me to the border. to the boundary. and in the very edge
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i cry