Zywa
Half-light
Alone in the empty movie theatre
between the carpets
my eyes in half-light
closed, back and thighs
firmly in the chair travelling
through the buzzing space
of busy traffic
of merging and outgoing
in the distance and somewhere
a song slides by
- familiar emotions
on exits without a destination
going around the network of roads
Therefore and because no one
would remember the song
it points out, in half-light, only half
the way, but this does not matter
in the one universe of the journey
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