I love the places where nobody cares
Like this parking lot. It is a miracle that nobody Is rushing out to tell me to leave. But on the other hand, I'm clean. It might be different if I made a mess. And I am not a vagrant. I serve a purpose here. I simply prefer the peaceful places That, at this particular moment, Man's ambition hasn't claimed. There is something sacred there, A quiet that the world can't find In all of its frantic getting, And keeping, and protecting. In the absence of all of that, I think, God claims the solitary places For those who do not care For the accumulation Of earthly things.
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