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MEYE Space Jam
D’abord, c’était un bordeaux——
Still tastes the same with rain water, you know?
So we sat with wet hair on the misty roof
Looking for beautiful horses, looking for proof.
“We” knew nothing, but eye had all veracity
Of liking this boy who emerged from his mouse hole to walk in the rain;
He was tender and sweet, complete with the sagacity
Of a serial killer——he showed me his collection of frozen brains.
So there we watched, high above the thrall,
Waiting and waiting ‘til we finally saw
A vision, from another dimension
A unity of opposites, lacking contention.
There, under a known moon,
Michael Jordan played basketball with cartunes,
And we giggled at what none other could see:
A world, despite all odds, which would be complete.