Let it all dim a bit
Let the lights flicker and die
Let the noise chatter itself soar
Let this chaos wind itself into the ground
It all shall be...
Let the words wrestle themselves into oblivion
Let everything exhaust itself
Like dogs
Like street walkers
Like this city
The trash shall burn, and we shall choke
Someone cannot breath, this too shall pass
Taste the char in the air, the remains of what was
Looking back, what does he miss the most?
Or is he beyond? Beyond missing
Beyond the yearning, beyond the din
Is he now only a memory, like so many others
Fading, receding, but haunting
Every now and then, in the making of the self
In the unmasking of life, in the crevices of the everyday
In me, you live in me, whether I like it
Or die in you, as I would..
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