A new poem
has got to be an old poem
a new man
has got to be an old man
changes have got to be
regression
transport has got to be
a standstill
sun your steering wheel
Milky Way your car
meanwhiles
your excuses
your excuses
a draft
war you haven't heard of
ears you haven't asked for
questions you didn't write
writers check for victims
victims check for sun
sun checks for the galaxy
let your journey be a noon
from a western movie
let this noon be a bun
your lover bakes you
let your lover
be the road
you abandon
in the end
you search for cool
clouds scattering personas
peforming other roles
in the new game
of old poems
so
let the wheel drive you
let your lover
sigh
there's no other road here
anyway
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