In the terror increasingly fortified
the starless sky works above
the eve that lifts me up
will pique contentment
around me is a fire
beginning to speak
don’t abandon me
in the world patiently wrapped
I don’t know
didactic, ontology
Does the pavement regard me?
An insane man once asked me,
Who speaks for the street?
I grow dim the closer I get
I’ve lived alone
These Writings Overwhelm Me
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