28.8.06

this in a diminishing light
I am too much attached to

myself
whether or not I have money

and at night in the darkness I puzzle
over the sound of a distant machine

my life is defined by such constant sounds
it goes on without

me and within
some trains

sound more pleasant
than others and

I take pleasure in describing the weather
as nil
 

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