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suburbiaThe Lost Souls of Suburbia


See here the lost souls of suburbia

The city stretching distant seems to be

A forest full of rain that’s lost in its

Immense incomprehensibility


Of whose interior there is no map

Nor way back out from being lost inside

Bewilderment provides no place to hide

The only hope the distant mountainside


The slopes of self denial giving up

Oneself the climb towards the summit of

Perfection deep within oneself that is


Attained only on the other side

Of loneliness and self-disgust towards

The distant country far beyond these shores


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  1. Allowing for poetic license, yet I have escaped the ravages of loneliness and self disgust.. The pleasures of culture are not reserved to the urban mass, books are permitted, music readily available, thinking always possible, friendship and community like everywhere else a given. We get buy !

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