I won’t stay if you don’t want me to
Tuesday nights, on Tuesday night we used to have good sex
Anticipation; my empty and ample chamber
The room exists for you to fill it
If you wish to; illuminated scenes
Amid which appear, dimly first
Like dusty windows and the faces of persons
Whom you have no choice but to trust
Impossibly far removed from you in terms of
Brilliance, cadence and poverty
It’s left to be desired in the abstract
Dry perspectives stay fixed
Certain possibilities best yet left
Ignored; like the failure of love
The hope of good destinations are suspended
For now; vines pierced with sunlight
Dregs; but first please descend
Wait for your turn
You’re almost there
I mean at the window where you can buy your ticket
If you ever escape this clamorous junction
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