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Alternate Reality Time



Emily


Emily lives in the future

Emily lives in the past

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Emily has a taste for alternate realities

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Emily knows intimately
the relationship between codes and denial

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As Emily is a hereditary and fully paid up Member of

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The Rabble

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The barrier of time was only a piece of the mechanisms

Having no additional measurable effect on

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It did however prove confusing from

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Personally I'd look around for some
Sand or Water if I saw a Burning Bush





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.................This is a story of my life.................
.......Why did you tell me?.................
.................I'm going to leave a part out.................
....................Why didn't you ask?.................
.................Until the very end.................
........Why did you curse me?.................
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Clarification:
I wouldn't stand around talking to It!








InBeTween

Every word out of her mouth was challenged

Mocked or countered, puffed, dismissed, simply lost or thrown away


Gentle defense a minimum requirement

She quickly wearied

Resigned to polite obligation



Way off in a high back corner of her mind she dreamed

Friendly demeanor, general encouragement, yet resisting

Holding the dream as an invisible ball in her hands

Until the inevitable end 

And their quizzical fleeting goodbye

When she released the ball

Bird to wing, and for a moment

Time stood shrieking 

Revealed



Had they remained

Prolonged the goodbye 

The end would have been

Unchanged 



Advice would have been forthcoming 

Cloaked puffery, acid and pain

A distorted playback loop would have been set into motion


After the end however

They would have remained quizzical much longer

For you see



The invisible ball

That high dream held hostage 

Tucked into that tiny tower corner

Would have had time to grow 



Before she released it





I Hate that Part!


I have been trapped around certain people for days 

Weeks 

Months

Years

Decades

Knowing that a certain person

Didn't like me 


Just didn't like me 


Didn't like me from the moment they set eyes on me 

Didn't like the idea of me even before I was ever seen

Didn't like hearing about me before I came 

Didn't like hearing good things about me while I was there


Never trusted me

Never helped me

Never accepted help from me 

Never believed anything about me that was good 

Never changed the opinion they formed before I even knew they existed



Nothing I tried to do changed that 



I found it oppressive





Right to Work


The right system

To provide

Work

For

All


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All

For

Work

To provide

The right system





At The End of the Line

At the end of the line


Looking back or sideways, up and down and sometimes even in my dreams

I see the (fill in the blanks) of my existence

Some of the (fill in the blanks) are wrapped up with Chinese red ribbon

And some of them are even more exotic than that

But most of them aren't

Most of them are just plain old, ordinary, everyday

Work-a-day, even-if-I'd-never-left-my-hometown-I'd-reconize-them-type (fill in the blanks)

Small-treats, family, commerce type (fill in the blanks)




At the end of the line there's music

It seems to me that there's always been music

So 
I'm glad there's music at least

At the end of the line




Underneath, over-top-of, mixed in with the music there're people too

I can see the people but they're fuzzy

Sometimes I can hear the people talking

Some good talking

Some bad talking

People talking people talk

At the end of the line




Mostly at the end of the line there's me

Alone

Me alone me

At the end of the line

Me and the (fill in the blanks) and the music and the fuzzy people




I don't know why?



Sometimes it hurts but... 



There's comfort there

Me alone me, music, fuzzy people talking people talk 

At the end of the line

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