looking
down
soft
warm
surface
below
cushion
my feet
if
in fact there
is
a fall
spending
last night
with
five
as
we
all speed
towards
a seven
lost
in translation
looming
only
moments
ahead
is another
one
to add
to
the enormous
collection
filling
another hole
but
becoming
more
a
part
of
the whole
you
see?
when
was the last time
you
saw a night like
this
night
you
have in front of you
had
you cared
to
look?
when
you leave
can
I catch a ride
to
the beautiful sunset
that
woman
gave
me
last
night?
eventually
they
all
leave
in an almost
ordinary
fashion
leaving
behind
bits
of shattered sunshine
starting
a new point daily
in
a direction toward
his
own positive light
despite
the shattered darkness
and
gloom ahead
lagging
behind—nothing concluded. . .
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