we live in a galaxy that's about
100,000 ly across and is slowly rotating
so tonight I'll drink my fill
we've come a long way since Aristotle
on my way into work I hand him
some coins, I couldn't help but peek
into his bag,
there, I found yellow
orange, foods.
every day night cycle
is a fucking grind
I say, this really ain't so much
with the wind being the
way
it is
there is no
smoke from a cigarette
the gazer looked at me
teeth like suns
through water
and already it was as if though
I couldn't see the old man's
size or
shape
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