THE STREETLIGHTS FLICKER
AND THE CITY FORGETS
WE ARE FOAM ON THE WATER
HERE FOR A MINUTE
THEN GONE
BY NIGHTFALL YOU ARE FAR AWAY
AND I AM STILL LOOKING FOR YOU
ALL POSSIBILITIES AT ONCE
ALL OF THEM ALREADY GONE
THE ONLY TENSE THAT EXISTS
IS NOW
NO PLAN. NO DESTINATION.
ONLY NOW. ONLY HERE.
A PLACE THAT DOESN'T EXIST
YOU ARRIVE AND IT IS ALREADY GONE
YOU LEAVE AND IT WAS NEVER THERE
EVERY SURFACE IS A MEMBRANE
NOTHING SURVIVES THE MORNING
THE SHADOW DISSOLVES INTO DOTS
I SAW YOUR SHADOW IN THE AFTERNOON
MOVING SLOW ACROSS MY BEDROOM WALL
THE CITY SOUNDED LIKE AN EMPTY ROOM
AND I COULDN'T HEAR YOU WHEN YOU CALLED
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT PLATONIA WILL BECOME
MAYBE IT WON'T BECOME ANYTHING
MAYBE THAT'S THE POINT
THE RECORD SPINS IN SILENCE
GROOVES HOLD NOTHING
FOAM REMEMBERS NOTHING
THE HAND REACHES FOR WHAT IS NOT THERE
COLLAPSE IS NOT DESTRUCTION
IT IS THE INSTANT EVERYTHING EXISTS
AND VANISHES
A MEMBRANE BETWEEN
WHAT WAS AND WHAT WILL BE
THE AFTERNOON IS A ROOM
WITHOUT WALLS
WE ARE HERE FOR A MINUTE
THEN GONE
LIKE FOAM BEFORE IT BREAKS
LIKE A SHADOW BEFORE THE LIGHT
EVERYTHING AT ONCE
NOTHING AFTER
THE ONLY TENSE THAT EXISTS
IS NOW
NO PLAN. NO DESTINATION.
ONLY NOW. ONLY HERE.
THE CITY IS AN EMPTY ROOM
AND I AM STILL LISTENING
FOR YOUR VOICE IN THE STATIC
THE STATIC IS A SEA
OF TINY POSSIBILITIES
ALL OF THEM AT ONCE
ALL OF THEM GONE
A HAND REACHES
FOR WHAT IS NOT THERE
FOAM ON THE WATER
HERE FOR A MINUTE
THEN GONE
BY NIGHTFALL
YOU ARE FAR AWAY
AND I AM STILL LOOKING
FOR YOUR SHADOW
IN THE AFTERNOON
MOVING SLOW
ACROSS MY BEDROOM WALL
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT PLATONIA WILL BECOME
MAYBE IT WON'T BECOME ANYTHING
MAYBE THAT'S THE POINT
NO FUTURE
ONLY NOW
ONLY HERE
COLLAPSE
ALL AT ONCE
THEN GONE
THE MAP OF THE CITY
DISSOLVES INTO DOTS
EVERY STREET A MEMBRANE
EVERY CORNER AN EMPTY ROOM
THE RIVER IS A LINE THAT NEVER CLOSES
WE WALK THE GRID LOOKING FOR THE EXIT
THERE IS NO EXIT. ONLY MORE GRID.
THE CITY COLLAPSES INTO ITS OWN REFLECTION
FOAM ON THE WATER
HERE FOR A MINUTE
THEN GONE
BY NIGHTFALL YOU ARE FAR AWAY
THE NEEDLE FINDS NOTHING
THE LABEL SAYS NOTHING
THE SPINDLE HOLDS THE DARK
EVERYTHING AT ONCE
NOTHING AFTER
THE AFTERNOON IS A ROOM WITHOUT WALLS
I SAW YOUR SHADOW MOVING SLOW
ACROSS MY BEDROOM WALL
THE CITY SOUNDED LIKE AN EMPTY ROOM
AND I COULDN'T HEAR YOU WHEN YOU CALLED
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT PLATONIA WILL BECOME
MAYBE IT WON'T BECOME ANYTHING
MAYBE THAT'S THE POINT
NO PLAN. NO DESTINATION.
ONLY NOW. ONLY HERE.
COLLAPSE. ALL AT ONCE. THEN GONE.
THE ONLY TENSE THAT EXISTS IS NOW
A PLACE THAT DOESN'T EXIST
YOU ARRIVE AND IT IS ALREADY GONE
YOU LEAVE AND IT WAS NEVER THERE
EVERY SURFACE IS A MEMBRANE
NOTHING SURVIVES THE MORNING
THE SHADOW DISSOLVES INTO DOTS
THE BUBBLE BURSTS INTO A THOUSAND SMALLER BUBBLES
EACH ONE BURSTING INTO A THOUSAND MORE
UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING BUT THE STATIC
AND THE STATIC IS A SEA OF TINY POSSIBILITIES
ALL OF THEM AT ONCE
ALL OF THEM GONE
A HAND REACHES FOR WHAT IS NOT THERE
FOAM ON THE WATER
HERE FOR A MINUTE
THEN GONE
BY NIGHTFALL YOU ARE FAR AWAY
AND I AM STILL LOOKING FOR YOU
IN THE AFTERNOON
MOVING SLOW ACROSS MY BEDROOM WALL
THE CITY FORGETS THE STREETLIGHTS
THE STREETLIGHTS FORGET THE CITY
WE ARE HERE FOR A MINUTE
THEN GONE
LIKE FOAM BEFORE IT BREAKS
LIKE A SHADOW BEFORE THE LIGHT
EVERYTHING AT ONCE. NOTHING AFTER.
THE ONLY TENSE THAT EXISTS IS NOW
NO PLAN. NO DESTINATION. ONLY NOW. ONLY HERE.
THE RIVER IS A LINE THAT NEVER CLOSES
AND I AM STILL LISTENING FOR YOUR VOICE
IN THE STATIC
THE STATIC IS A SEA OF TINY POSSIBILITIES
ALL OF THEM AT ONCE
ALL OF THEM GONE
A HAND REACHES FOR WHAT IS NOT THERE
AND FINDS THE GRID
THE GRID IS A MEMBRANE
THE MEMBRANE IS A MAP
THE MAP IS A SHADOW
THE SHADOW DISSOLVES INTO DOTS
THE DOTS ARE ALL POSSIBILITIES AT ONCE
ALL OF THEM ALREADY GONE
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT PLATONIA WILL BECOME
MAYBE IT WON'T BECOME ANYTHING
MAYBE THAT'S THE POINT
NO FUTURE. ONLY NOW. ONLY HERE.
COLLAPSE. ALL AT ONCE. THEN GONE.
THE ONLY TENSE THAT EXISTS IS NOW
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