A poem inspired by Nick Carraway’s green light and Margo Roth Spiegelman’s journey to Agloe

In fantasies life is a child’s game
With ends concise as we dream
He only must learn his soul’s sacred name
Impose on chaotic what seems so serene.

Quickly reality responds with a sting
Amusement in no short supply
If it’s order you seek here, she gleefully sings
You may as well swim in the sky.

So high in the clouds the optimist drowns
And we keep building
Always building
Building our paper towns.

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