Today is so still so strict
Breathing seems intrusive
The clouds concrete slabs
The trees transfixed as paint
The stop-light stopped at red
And I alone walking the empty streets
Where have you all gone
Following the crying out of town
People of the earth
To some festival or grave
And left me in this photograph
Where calm has finally come
Where nothing moves or needs to
And nothing can be done
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