March 31, 2004



This old man I saw yesterday had on a nice shirt.
Too soon for the heels of his leather boots to be worn out.
A bell on a public phone rings.
Information seeks me.
And then it hits a limit.
And then I hit my limit.

Enclosed by so many things, I begin to suffocate.
In a surrounding like that, eloquent speech reigns.
All I know is, that's not my place.
I don't want to be part of your group.

The young boy I noticed yesterday was sitting in a public plaza.
Too soon for the junk he held in his hand to be crushed.

Here - now; I noticed a LIMIT...
Here - now; I noticed a LIMIT...

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