good evening, all displacements

walk on toward the twilight
find the brook isn’t babling
and mistake the sky for nighttime
and go to sleep
as pretty woman plays
only the lonely will speak
quietly still, i am lost in a daze
going and going
i’m going away
to dance on a cloud
or sleep in the streets
leave and be leaving
to be left on a breeze
slightly

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