I am starting to be an old man,
will not get out of here alive.
Something shocking;
no other possibilities.
Techno slowed
to merely a pulse,
an improvised song
within the mid-range
lost between bass
and high notes.
Dry leaves underfoot
and a dog snoring.
The slow turning of pages
and the emptiness of evenings.
Cars in the distance.
A fine sense of utopia.
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