I aspire to revise | the corpus of my work | to succeed both in word
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and deed, to feed the dreams | of children neglected | by the system of men,
send a boxcar to ride | the heavily guarded | line from San Francisco,
purchase one-way tickets | back to New York City | in time for Thanksgiving,
if you have enough time | to stop in Chicago |
to visit with Rui,
remember the poet | for his verse and his deeds | for he strove to know God,
even an atheist, | an anarchist, a fool | who denies the ego,
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tranquil in heart and mind, | a tiger in spirit, | go catch him by the tail,
of course, he'll be running | along the Lakefront Trail | avoiding coyotes,
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remember to visit | his girlfriend and their cats, | if you are allergic,
excuse your lack of grace | and manners, they don't care, | we all suffer in hell,
visit "The Bean" instead, | take a "Cloud Gate" photo, | not unlike a selfie,
if you have time downtown, | eat at Cafecito | on Ida B. Wells Drive,
see you post a photo | of your food on the Gram, | and tag the restaurant,
even if you don't like | Cuban-style sandwiches | it's worth a stop, he says...
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