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Transformations
I’ve changed in sleazy bathrooms
And rock worn hallways
And rooms so full of promise
I heard the shout of
Thousands of young hearts
Hoping to make their fortune.
I’ve changed in worn bedlams and
Loony bins until
The screams of the crazed
Drowned out the screams of
The dying, and all
That was left was the
Unimaginable pain
Of creation refusing to be born.
I’ve changed in the bright
Lights of the railway tracks
While the laughing dark returning
Hid the oncoming
Nakedness of fellow cries –
And I’ve changed in the
Yellow gloom of the
Darkening beaches.
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