Such a ghastly exercise
sometimes, this linear flow
of events we call life. If
only we could stand a little
bit outside, across some
unseen divide, untrampled
by years - like some statue
standing in a forlorn park,
upon a hill overlooking a city
going through its time-ordered
decay and the relentless
change of faces wandering,
lost, on its streets.
28.05.2023
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