until the
written darkness tasted old to sighted bone
and the loaned days lay in great ruin
with emptiness and plastic skies and a red dawn
bringing rain and breathless thoughtless
peace
and then
tomorrow
it starts up again
coffee awaits thee
the engine guns and the grey street
music beats in the cab
cars and trucks shine and rush heavily
cats ditch it in the hedge
people and talking and life
many kids
and through the yellow window
the soul of the one
missing
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