All the best poems
are lost to the sky
so i'll write one instead:
3 am, drunk, heard you on the telephone
recorded voice, fading fast, left me all alone
did ya ever wonder what i was up to
in these days future passed
where i was, where i'm going,
where i've been to last
where the sun's shadow rises
and eclipses 'cross the moon
or if i've wandered westward
or if i've come back too soon
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