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I Am SpeculationI Am Speculation
what is High Noon?
maybe it's when all of the
shadows will crawl back under
the old totems that surround me.
and maybe the warm sun
will shine its heavy face down
upon me, so the only shadows
that i cast will lie beneath me.
maybe it'll come when those
vibrant oceans i've yearned for
finally appear before my eyes
in all of their picturesque glory.
will High Noon materialize like a
parade of love and contentment
all with confetti rains and candy
spread out along my streets?
will it be revealed like some great
revelation of higher knowledge
when i'm able to say fully and
completely, "I love you"?
all i can know for sure is that
the golden sun of my great legend
is on the rise, and my shadows
are coming closer: getting shorter.
there's some length of distance
that i have to walk to achieve this.
i've gotta get where all of my planets
are turning at their true coordinates.
if i ever reach High Noon, wherever
my expectant soul deems it w
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