Sometimes the world’s a scary place, and I
like some lost traveler keep looking for Utopia.
I arrived in the forbidden city today.
She looked at me as if I were a beast.
Is this the way strangers meet strangers?
Old men and women scuttle off into dark alleys.
I follow but find that no one is there.
I hear the children laughing.
I turn toward the sun but the blur of reality is too much.
I felt the gun touch my temple. Cold.
The shot felt like a lost object. Defenseless, forgotten.
When I came into the village the faces smiled back.
I knew this was the place. I knew I could not stay.
Some places exist only in movement.
Constructing such worlds is a terror too hard to believe.
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