AND OH BOY HOW PAST
And oh boy how past this featured
west can I go? To where the balloons
are landing on the fields of Mars and
Venus? Can you see them, and do they
exist? And if I wear my heart on my
sleeve, will you still resuscitate me?
I have covered all these daisies which
once grew in profusion, with Autumn's
tired cloak - we can sit and watch
things wither, while the small river
runs past, its own noise gurgling on
the ancient, layered rocks, while the
crickets wail and the old brick of
the nearby building crumble.
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