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78 FIFTH AVENUE
It was a desolate space you provided today;
It was hearty, but sadly WASP.
The subtle air of power is devastating
In the midst of the Black Velvet advertisement.
It is a rewarding experience that you are not on a billboard,
But a breathing human being
Who produce a star on your nose as you sweat.
Our meeting was like a lady rider having a chat with a horse in its
stall
With the atmosphere of potent dung, refreshing hay,
While the neighboring horse, clad in a tartan blanket, looked on.
This desolate concrete cemetery that you claim is your birthplace--
I feel you deserve more than this:
Rebars and concrete facades,
Eternally farting cars spreading pollution,
Yellow cabs producing their own aggression for the sake of money
and legality
You should be sitting on rocks
Where the heathers grow, daisies take their delight, clovers roam
around and pine trees drop their needles of hints.
You deserve a better world than what you have.
I would like to take you for a ride in my world,
My heroic world:
We ride in a chariot adorned with the sun, the moon and the four
elements;
We take a great leap as we ride;
We are not timid people;
We are not trapped in our beauty or profession.
Oh you--
Your corrupted purity is still immaculate from a layman's point of
view.
However, I am not a layman:
I am a lover.
Let us chew together a blade of chive--
You could take me out for dinner next.
Heaven forbid!
Gosh! as they say.
Suddenly I miss you.
Do you miss me?
You miss
I miss
You miss
I miss
You miss
I miss
Should you miss me?
Should I miss you?
It's all a mutual game.
If you miss me, maintain your is-ness.
When I see you next, I want to see you exactly the same as I saw you
now.
But that is too foolish
Let us come to an agreement:
If I miss you, you will be slightly different;
If you miss me, I will be slightly different.
Let us meet each other in our growth and aging.
In any case, let us build the Empire State Building on top of the
Continental Divide.
22 March 1976
New York City
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