<p style="text-align: left;">Yet I (always) yearn to descend<br>And so, unable to climb yet unable to descend<br>unable to begin yet unable to finish<br>I wander—much like Bobby<br>Unlike him, however, I wander<br>with nothing but a single (unarmed)<br>volume of poetry in my hand<br>reciting verses as I go<br>Having wandered only across flatlands<br>until arriving at this very spot<br>I rewind the path of my life<br>a shade of Manhattan<br>While removing the road blocks.</p>
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