21 lines
714 B
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21 lines
714 B
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date: 2019-11-01
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weight: 7
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<div class="verse">It is two hundred miles between what I expect and what I want.
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Two hundred long strides that seem impassible from one direction,
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and from the other a day's short drive.
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It is nine and a half hours between question and answer.
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A half hour of jazz, nine hours of sleep, a scant second of perspective,
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and I can only traverse in one direction
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It is eleven inches between who I was and who I am.
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Ten of those inches are pain, the eleventh is numb,
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There's pleasure to be had in there, I'm promised.
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It is twelve years between what I want and what I get:
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Ten years of remembering who I will become, two years running,
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Eight days dreaming.</div>
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