the doors were open. were dusty.
you had already squeaked your way back through the mud.
with the others. with your instruments.
lamp-light from the street outside. a lone chair.
a cello. I closed my eyes.
you had already squeaked your way back through the mud.
with the others. with your instruments.
lamp-light from the street outside. a lone chair.
a cello. I closed my eyes.
whatever you heard, you heard from the proper distance -
(perhaps walking away) and it was me as I am.
not everything else.
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