tripping down the road of life
where people don't seem so alarming
pictures through a stained glass window
eyes as far away as the desert from the snow
trees as high as the clouds in the sky
fish swim so low they never see the gravel
stars so full that only mars can tell
whatever door you knock upon
whatever the sound the bell tones
you feel the earth as sure
as you feel your heart inside
your hand reaches like the thrust of the drum
mother's calling
and the door stands waiting
this suit & jacket you wear looks so cool
hair goes where no one knows
shades so wide keeping some out of the view
stage is more than a tile floor
for more than one to see & hear
but it's only flesh
the other make is more real
California February 21 2001
Anthony Morningstar
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