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From this balcony, I can see the world

as i know it lately.

The bustling life that is college moves about below,

like a riot:

people running to and from the fight,

leaving for a while to rest, and

to take up arms again, later.

Calculating clouds mourn overhead

as people button their jackets and tie their scarves below.

Leisurely, is what it is,

the cold prodding the passerbys.

Now it's night,

and the splendid lights from a million

college flats and shacks twinkles between

the trees.

The cacophony of the unstoppable young

sits like haze over the town.

I sit in a broken lawn chair,

sipping my cigarette.

I look like like Kurt Vonnegut right now,

I think,

with my bent filter,

sizing up the world,

as i know it.

I feel aged and satisfied

with my woes and successes,

all piled up in a shopping cart on the street,

pushing, always pushing,

smelling of beer and cigarettes like all

the bums on every corner across this country.

And even as the peace settles over 

my young ragged body,

the beat of another tomorrow,

no not one, many tomorrows

pounds through the walls and through my chest.

What a splendid world it is indeed,

to die a million times every day,

and to be born again, to live, then to die,

then to exist once more.

The fire-bright stars sing to me tonight, 

held up by the glue of the world.