Friday, March 29, 2019


It is about memory, isn't it, about what
your grandfather did to mine those many

years ago. It is about how nothing
changes, how it stays the same. A stone is

a stone is a stone. About how nothing
is ever done, nothing let go of.

The setting sun never gets to set.
Loneliness in the crowd. About how

nothing is only mine. How our shades
are always up, the windows open. About

the pain of being human, and someone
has to pay, someone always has to pay.

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