(Written in 2011)
I'm no ascetic. I like malls and well-dressed shoppers marching their halls. I like crystals and the way light dances in them, then falls. I like a carpeted hall, or a marble one for a crisp footfall. I like for a song to reach for the sky, then plunge down long. I like a rosebush to look very much like a pink overdose. I like my tulips to bloom in waves, And I like waves to foam like clouds, And I like clouds to look like fairyland at Christmastime, I'm no ascetic: that would be pathetic.
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