n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
I got more conscious of the kitchen window backyards’ seasons’ daily view, here morning snow-dropped window sill January 23, 1987, white roofed toolshed, bare branched trees of Heaven, fences & fire escapes visible snow-line, Times. - Allen Ginsberg
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From weathered soil and skies of spoil, bogs and swamps that would bubble and boil.
Through passage ways with big displays of greener grass and bluer days.
Under the bridge of bitter nostalgia lay promises bent by days spent wasted in smoke and glass and oblong daze.
Over the river of future greatness plagued with storms and siren call of temptations.
By roads of endurance forked with tribulations stay right to streets of dream’s salvations.
Into the images in those big displays where they wish for greener grass and bluer days where worries are measured in moans and sways where color is blocked through eyes of grays.
yes!!!
wow
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