WHERE in flat time,
where marbles turn
to gold, and vampires
fill their canteens
with water or coke.
MEDITATE,
MEDITATE, says the man,
for in this story, there
is hope, and a locket
of your lovers hair.
WHERE in flat time,
where the shades are
pulled down, and the
moon starts to weep,
as the lovers depart.
MEDITATE,
MEDITATE, says the man,
for in this story there
is hope, and a locket of
your lovers hair.

DAVID GERARDINO

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