i change my clothes and summon my shoes
to lead me away into another view
all change except that nothing does
the pavement cracked, still, a million miles away
still oppresses and haunts
cool water blending on golden sand
refuses to lower the mercury on
this scale of pain
so i come back to the soiled outer-wear
and stew
for i can see in the imminence of the view
truth with its implacable head
is resolute
and i must bend, take another route
but stay stock still, naked in this pool
my very own
casserole
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