Poetry
Poem: Drala Lights
If I must die,
let it be by defenestration.
Throw me from the twenty-first story heights
of western knowledge,
of modern living,
of faith in science
into the mystic drala lights
that glimmer on the greener edges of this town.
May I savor every moment
and become a believer
on the way down.
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