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Words I can’t comprehend Spoken by men yielding tools I don’t know how to use Building things I can only fathom Imagined by others Soon to be touchable, visible, functional One thing I do understand Is the soundtrack of Da Nang Of my neighborhood Is comprised of the mating calls of commerce In competition as in concert Hopes of power financed by whom? Fear Striving Drawn to status’ light Huddling around Closing in Backs to the rest of the world, shadows lying over What exists And has been But can be no more 2. Who’s looking to whom? How would we live without examples of those who had gone before? Other generations Neighbors Nations Is there a need for that building? Or has the need been contrived—or is it yet to be? No lack of hotels, resorts Most windows remain dark most nights Nobody there to witness the progress of another Being built in the neighboring lot
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AboutI quit a job I enjoyed at Founders Brewing Co. in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and left my family, friends, and beloved dog to join my boyfriend in moving across the world, in search of adventure and new experiences. I arrived in August 2015. Archives
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