7 April 2007

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has just begun to fall.
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me around again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess whit people,
would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and seewing-machines.
All those years they were here first.
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