the party's over, the rooster is
crowing and they've called in
the dice, the dancing girls are
snoring, the mice are crawling
in the paper cups, the donkey is
pinned to the tail, the fable has
crawled away to die, love is
covered with dust, the temples
are empty, the bird has flown
the cage, the cage encloses a
midget heart weeping, the dream
has taken a dive and I sit
looking at my hands, looking at
my hands
empty of the sound of the
moment.
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