Les Rêves Canadiens

                             mallworld 

                   where the glass roof sunshine gleams
                   against the purple metal beams
                   where our eyes inhaled the hazy light
                   as in a cathedral

                   where we could smoke without a care
                   when anchored to our food court seats
                   and no one asked us nothing
                   except to leave

                   when alone i'd find the chapel
                   located in a distant wing
                   the homily lasted a minute
                   and no one asked  for an offering

                   when expelled at 9 pm
                   my friends and I would roam because
                   the buses didn't come at our convenience
                   we had to find our own way home
         

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