
By Greg Dixon, 1985
behind me
fragrant ocean breeze
fluttering vee
against azure sky
as i entered
seeking bound treasures
carelessly
beside Knowledge
or perhaps Career
I chose the wrong text
Instantly,
Wrenched from the world,
Layed out and footnoted,
According to M.L.A. Style,
In this musty volume:
No longer to breathe;
No longer to laugh;
No longer to love;
Forever to be
Chapter 22.
Greg Dixon: Writings
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