Being in awe of people
Becomes less fun with age.
Being sad and slobbish
Leapfrogged Hollywood on the back of clockwork and mundaneity.
The world on stilts is far less permeable with each project,
With each cavern eyed admiration
With each hungry whistle
And call with pianissimo for talent.
Ignore perspiration as salt solution
While the fun and age
Sit solid in lumps, keyhole the laws.
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