the walls are filled with the lives of children
what appears to be an exit changes to a trap
you have everything to lose
oil rainbows the water, a thin & dangerous sheen
that pain you call love pulls you away
there is no point in stopping
in the middle of the mountain road
an old woman walks in the wrong direction
she is thin & frail, she wears a red coat
years have passed, buildings torn down, rebuilt, renovated
each place you sail into more beautiful than the last
sometimes she can be heard, crying in the lake
the sun drops into the sea like a stone
you repeatedly forget what you have remembered
this part lasts forever








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