The bottomless blackness of myself
said the old man
leads me to wonder about you
and the others. Where
is the token for the ride?
We have it, the blue man
has it, the troll
under the street has it,
the man in the tree
has it. I mean the thing
that unlocks, I mean how
do you get back, and how
touch? I’m alone, leaning
toward the lamplight, but I can’t
see. I’m happy that
you’re here. I’m a boy
walking alone, leaves drifting
all of a sudden
down all the streets.
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