What goes
here and there,
blind alley
no matter where.
What gives
up and down,
Main Street,
empty town.
What takes
to and fro,
shattered spirit
sinking low.
What preys
day for night,
far corners
left and right.
What dies
cast away.
space-time,
useless rhyme.
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