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03/27/12
Mere
Driving just five miles, this Thursday, We find ourselves infinitely far away from home, Feeling that the mere half hour it takes For us to arrive at our midcity-hotel destination, Have a bell captain gather up our bags, A valet berth our car, for our two-day stay, A manager make park-view suite 332 available, Is leading us to the beginning of ever after.
We know that travel, no matter how distant or close, Motivates us to lock our wrist watches away, Jettison lists, calendars, wireless tethers, Sequester our everyday selves, revel in anonymity, Recreate sexual ecstasy, sleep in late, Forget all but our first names, Certain that fantasy can be mere miles, minutes, From whenever, wherever forever resides.
03/27/12
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