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25: Summer Evening Burn

it always had this magic that sparked

carried in on a warm wind suggesting

an ocean was just on the other side

of a dark hill rising out of the hot earth

the sky always became some noisy

that I couldn't blame all those people

who wanted to leave this place

and never come back


I knew with my education and fate

my anchor would always be here

moored on this blue little planet

among a sea of void and cold


but I'd still stand

bathed in that

sodium vapor gas orange

dreaming of out there

and right here

with now, tomorrow, yesterday

all converging on a paved road

where nothing happened

while laying on my back

knowing nothing

was to ever happen

and happened

all at the same instance


I can still feel my bones

vibrating aftershocks


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