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High Fidelity

I’ve been worrying
That current attitude
Of sluffing under my bus

A few forever-close friends
Given new rubric, Sooo little
Time left, No way to be intimate

With those where too much baggage
Accumulated in out-dated relationships
—That you feared becoming like some

Dylanesque ugly primitive Jewish Yahweh
My-way-or-the-highway-when-you-see-me
Coming-you-better-run type of angry old man

‘Til a micro-dose psilocybin showed how to love.