there you are again

a bad night of senseless remorse ends

with your eyes

staring out of a pile of ash

in your bed

as something called dawn

thins out the darkness

and the breeze blows you away


and there you are again

a new direction

down a fresh path

and there you are

looking out of the air

unexcited by the familiar end









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