even now has come to an end
the world that once was then
when
the nights were young
full of natural electricity
you may find yourself
standing in a place so unfamiliar
yet so full of such bewildering
similarity
to something you knew before
then,
you may just be watching
the wind as it plays
in ripples on the surface of the water
which passes under your feet
standing on a bridge
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