"i have learned that if you must leave
a place that you have lived in and loved
and where all your yesterdays are buried
deep...leave it any way except a slow way
leave it the fastest way you can. never turn
back and never believe that an hour you
remember is a better hour because it is dead.
passed years seem safe ones
while the future lives in a cloud
formidable from a distance
the cloud clears as you enter it"
this house tonight
a different quiet
this night
darker
i sit
in vacant contemplation
of nothing...
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