Going viral...

When rode out of the town
The sun like a bright halogen bulb frowned
At me...as if he asked
In which untempered glory me wishing to bask-
Had taken the untrodden path...
Which idea was I to give birth
To in this nuclear borne century...
Or was there any hatchet to bury...

I said nothing only looked
At the yellow light that booked
Tickets first class for me
A few nautical miles across the green sea...

It was a real hard choice
To choose between the body and the voice...
To choose between abstract and solid...
To choose between words and deeds...

I chose the real...
And so went out of the virtual town
Ignoring the sun's frown...

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