roadmap of falling leaves

late night on watchtower street sings lullabys to myself and people standing by look onward in cold comfort happenings anything is so acceptable, un-strange and enjoys so thoroughly the simple actions raises arms to drops bends fingers to straighten blinks eye to open and watches stars because i can. and more more always more but at no pace faster than one leg glides (slow as falling flower petals) in front of another to onward, destination: unimportant.

2003-12-09 | 3:26 p.m.
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