they like the way it rambles
underneath your window
one day at a time
a year ago, or many
he came to my apartment
trying vectors
endlessly
in the frightened night
wandering, solo
windy days
by wind and energy
entropic means, meandering
why, tis the void!
he cried, with enmity
a record ending, endlessly
cracking, by the side
they stroll
alas
across the waters
you do not know
she cried!
they stalk the streets like midnight
agape, unruined, garments fluttering
soon, he died
in chariots of heaviness
creaking by the wheel
and on, the road, it tries
carry over
why?
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