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my vision realized:

I am eight feet tall on your body but

even taller in my mind.

brought to full height with

euphoric blasts of music and light.

the crowd is one organism of flashes and

chaotic movement, moments of unity interspersed.

this is a religion.

but you tall, lean, curly haired boys

(giant hair! a majestic mane)

with immediacy, i am taken by you

and oh you are special,

but no, not for me.

you are the ones i want the most

and the ones i should really never

even try to have.

it only hurts to want you.

it only hurts to see your beauty

to touch it, access it briefly--

before you walk away