I look at this godforsaken railway yard again
the grass rises brown from between the rails
I sit on a sheltered bench when the teeth of the wind bite
the station chimneys have cooled down into a home for little birds
Narrative:
once upon a time ships sailed towards the stars< br/>once a great corridor is blown up
once plows are melted into swords
even fools are good enough for god's pencils
I have very little to write today
great plans for great conquests
I am not looking for reconciliation and long for glory
I've forgotten what it feels like to love

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