As though the world were such a place
As to forgive intransigence
In the face of reality,
He lived well, above and beyond
Whatever means transported him.
He pushed his frame into frames
Of reference--clouds, waterfalls,
Cliffs, canyons, deserts, and jungles--
Distorted by his distorted
Perspective, which was that as if
Had no meaning unless one lived
As if something untrue were true
And knew it, never forgot it,
Wile E. Coyote suspended
Still as his eyes fixed on the ground.
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