Utopia

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    Utopia
    Drowning, drowning always in a sea of thoughts
    I can't remember when the world was green and all was true
    Can't remember when the lines were dots
    And the sky was blue
    There is a place that is very deep
    And I go there
    It is a place that is like a sleep
    And I'm light as the weightless air
    I can see where all roads meet, from that place
    That goes on and on until it stops at the sea
    And in that place I am all grace
    And I am free . . . and so happy

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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