there was no one, in the open
i saw a tiny ant lurking in the rain
before i sway my eyes across
the ant'd gone, somewhere in the moss
there was no one, in the home
i sat on the sofa, around everything melts like a foam
the wires, the paperbacks, the tea pot, the human heart
from a far off, where sea mingles with sky in mirth
there was no one, when my dream snapped from
i was rubbing my eyes, a heart struggles in a storm
the wind was high, taking off all my strength
my write-ups, my memory, my drunken faith
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