wades along the emerald coast, searching, searching
for the transcendental, and of all people,
he should pick up that Pandora box, that crucible
that verisimilitude of excitement, danger and the unthinkable
Life, full of lies, cloaked in eternal deception Work, full of drudge, covered with infinite frustration End, thus life, end, thus work One without the other
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