Images and Words
(in a changed space)

The plaster is still falling,
disintegrating from the bones of the brick wall,
with a basement brighter than the past.
Nobody's prepared for war tonight,
It's only me, giving up the comfort of home.
There's music out there, a special one,
piano music with voices tuned for melancholy Sunday
and frightening sounds of sand on the windshield
rolling off the pavement,
voices speaking backwards,
in Japanese, mature, dusty, shady roads in darkness.
There's a long way home.

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