Library: Day Loose in Utrecht

I'm staring at the bird in mid-flight it's wings arched like a painting where the sun catches the glory with a Rembrandt skyline, and each detailed feather telling a story of... she is looking at me again I must respond. Be normal. Trying to pretend like I'm actually awake. I finally react. craming my mouth with a big bite of food as large as the canvas on which the Nightwatch was burned with acid, but it was just sitting there, locked up in a museum always with the dust gathering, and the people who really wanted to see the Manneke Piss but got stuck in Schiphol this Christmas. hey now we are walking by the troubadours downtown I'm looking at this guy he is fast, his drums are loud there is a rhythm in the air as we go through the market square. 18Dec1999

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Library: Day Loose in Utrecht