| | Metal bowlThe silence lies underneath the river and
makes her curious. I am telling her about good,
about the possible and mysterious and it
is an endless song.
From here to end of the hallway is
an empty space that says: 'feed me'. The heart
it lies, reclining in the foyer spitting cherry pips
into a metal bowl.
A sound comes from inside the city and it
is a low drone, the sound of wealth and company.
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