The Edge of the Western World

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A validation, repose, a homage The greatest times are not ornate Sometimes I forget they are serene moments where History and future draw a line through present on a city street It's happening tonight Driving a taxi sitting on the beach in dark "well, this isn't going to make you rich," he says "surround yourself with the wealthy and play golf." (and I know he's right) that this life won't pay The spare cab lurches and bounces down Marina to Diamond Heights I sit the stoic therapist because I have nothing to say And at end of session he's in tears - oh, the ruin of his life I choose relative poverty And the sound of the ocean The waves crash, but I can't see them through The fog that blankets the edge of the western world Glass towers give way to pastel cubes out here American thought pushed to the water on wagon trains Rail lines and ships – steam rollers will make you mad I will be here again and again I will always hear the waves, but I will never see them crash The city at sleep: empty boulevards and wisps of fog in wind Memories of love gone And the promise of loves to come Intersection, hope, goodnight I choose relative poverty And the sound of the ocean The waves crash, but I can't see them through The fog that blankets the edge of the western world
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