all caring subsided
force that murmurs in a dying fall
elusive echoes that pervade
shadow and substance of landscapes
closed in fragmentation
suites of interior rooms
high in buildings above all action
no one goes there
they are always
well lighted empty and waiting
riverbanks roads
balconies crowded with onlookers
broad streets, blocks of buildings
big, not tall,
situations that lead you
onward, no need to know
where you are
nor why you are there
waking up at the moment
of transition
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