what if equilibrium
were a fractalled mirror
what if we held it
half of it in the light
half of it in the darkness
and looked at ourselves
would we not cry
On the train back to the old place unsure if any memory is left there Surely there must be an old cigarette burn hissing embers fusing ...
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