A wind of travesty pulls at

unparalleled corners

pulsing under an undecided sky

without blue or distance.


Fame fleets past, slipping the chains

of youth and farewells.


I lounge into a chair nearest

the door,

gazing out to any path

with desperate thoughts and

empty pockets.



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