off
the scale
into
the reality
of
the weight or wait
in
anticipation
nothing
concluded
at
times
can't
keep the eyes
open
long enough
the
thoughts flow
on
and on
ten
months from now
in
Crestone
or
twenty-eight
years
ago
in
this very spot
he
sits amazed
at
the history
of
the table
beneath
his book
line
after another
the
night air could
tell
a thousand
tales
or more if anyone listened
they
would hear
tonight's
opera
in
the city in October
the
sky is extra black
and
stars are visible
amidst
the city lights
nothing
concluded
watching
as
the hands spin
on
the face
through
the window
nothing
concluded...
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