and into the street.
Out of the art-deco prison
and into the cozy burning house,
the bleak house,
the decadent steak house.
Out of the mouths of tulips and slaves.
Out of the frying pan and into the choir.
Out of mimesis endlessly mocking.
Out like a debutante,
in like a thief.
Out of pocket,
out of reach.
Out of time
and into being.
Out of sight
and into seeing.
Out of your mind
and into your pants.
Out like a light
and in like a lamp.
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