Certainly there is no rejection

am I really in San Francisco
perched beneath blue sky and cable car wires
firm on California street
craving an engraver’s tool box?
I’m a glint in the heavens
the spell yet cast from shadow—
do you believe in the dream self?
more so than the vehement highway
the days off and unemployments?
more so than wedding engagements
familial alienations?
do you believe in the books and movies and paintings
more so than the artists
who engendered them?
then you are living amongst spirits, friend—
and nothing real can harm you

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