the topology of disintegration"like a slight transgression towards the light" is what i spoke of, she was softly lost,the topology of disintegration
lambent in the moonlight, and my heart broke, at the sight of both of us dead, dyling on the line between day one and catalystic nothing
you say being lonely was almost worth the way the city prided itself in the illumination of Prague's bridge at night, and i think of us, still young and bright under the sky scape of electricity unable to get lost at the zenith, embraced and forgotten,
in the dreams of communist engineers
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