THE SELVAGE EDGE
What have I managed to save, in my mannered
way of means and wishes, shredding imposition
as the impulses waned? I stood so idly by as
this numbered world passed by.
-
The yellow lights at midnight, seemingly
alive, standing pat in darkness and shadow;
the leftover parts and pieces of everything once
said or spoken of. Nothing matters now. It's all
way of means and wishes, shredding imposition
as the impulses waned? I stood so idly by as
this numbered world passed by.
-
The yellow lights at midnight, seemingly
alive, standing pat in darkness and shadow;
the leftover parts and pieces of everything once
said or spoken of. Nothing matters now. It's all
over and long gone. I was once impressed by
the spectacle, now I can only marvel at the
indifference the absence brings.
the spectacle, now I can only marvel at the
indifference the absence brings.
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