SOUTHERN EXTREME
"I am an abstraction,
something blue, Plato understood
you can never catch the train North when my truth is you"
time is an abstraction
dancing about us all unaware
of boundaries placed by clocks
chiming at 10, 12, 2,3,4,7,and 9
see the meaning about time
growing and dying, all the same
resolving in its being
"I crave your
sweets, knowing the renaissance within
can never reprise a southern extreme"
...Jason A. McNeil
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1931 Edward Hopper oil on canvas painting, Hotel Room, to hear
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