Day of Change

Lawrence Holofcener

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But for most of them

Their very coming was change.

Change fevered by secret dreams

And a thousand year old hunger

For a kingdom without boundaries

And a city without walls.

A place to walk

For a day or a year

Without being stopped or seized.

For a time of hand and eye

To fashion the numberless ideas

That ferment in a mind.

If you could

Would you not visit such a place

Before your long sleep?

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