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everything is nothing

flat, devoid of and ungiving

the window doesn’t change:

it STOPs

Yesterday was SURE

PLOTTED

last night, dark and mOvInG

There is NO TODAY

but a mourning which has broken

leaving its shattered shell as a reminder of what was.

a bird shrieeeeeeeks across the flatness

its call:  pure

echoing in the window

which is NOW

open

dgr

sprayed it on the wall of a local church when i was 21

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