1001

Oh I loved the width of that autumn
Laughing like crepe paper sheets
You would think
It was never like that.

Nervous, lonely, with pleasant dreams
Prelapsarian, impending war, economic collapse
Punched into hacksaw silence,
Repaid in this worn visage.

An old testament
Of nothing but grief
Of heaving oceans,
Of one thousand and one nights.

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