Calling all dreams above and below
that's what I worried about until
I realized I had gone to that place
green grass pastures lots of slacking
creative to match the other half
index cards in swirly writing
something about a valley I thought
of Oregon of course and that's where
I'll go once I've died again on the job
summer remains my blithe burial plan
installments vicious rates climbing.
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