Let the dusk come, and let the pain come forth.
Once come, it also happens to get close.
Let odd ones pay the price relief ain’t worth,
And let them even do the duty off their nose.
You are alive, and while outlined, still on,
Still on your foot, and moving forth still steady,
Still tracked down by the skies, just like Pynchon,
Still following the lines until supply is ready.
Outlined till offline
© Copyright: Александр Трищенко, 2019
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