I’ve quit waiting on the great siren to blow us an end. I look back on wasted time. Humanity stands up like the guy out back who looks toward the sky and lets a song escape him, doves out of the restaurant window. 2 minutes later, he’s back on knees, hands, face, back on the old black earth. Ah, the stars, the red necklace on the street of the bars. Bringing magic, a woman comes up from the bridge. Death be fucked! Let the end go quick where it goes. When I see you there, 2 more of us will know.
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