Saturday, September 3, 2016

8595. AND THEN

Meistersinger, I know that guy,
he was here yesterday. I said to 
him: 'And then you have changed 
the expectations for every last thing 
that exists. There is no life left after 
that.' He nodded, and sat down once
more, without ever having risen. 
There was a big, old, white house 
over his shoulder  -  I knew it, and 
could see its crumbling form.
Continual in its descend.

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