Swimming through open air as though the sunrise leads home
Every breeze whips waterfalls, cascading atop life’s muck
The filthier reigns what’s accepted as rivers by modern man
Waking minds straddle remotes carelssly
Slow motion, frame by frame, smell-o-vision
To the luckiest minority, tear’s scent lingers immortal
Fish corpses litter the quagmire, nameless
Just eyes who see naught, parading to parts unknown
They can’t hurt us, no matter who they are, or who we’ll be
Was someone else just here?
A whisper, a tap, foot-falls in the afternoon nap
Stray winds in stuffy rooms
Duality occupies all; disguised, lone souls in corners
Today fades tomorrow with new masks to don
Finger-tested torches sting
Was I just here?
How are things in the clean world, if such a place exists beyond myth?
The Gonzo Wolf 
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