Tissue

The wind still blows there
doors still revolve
the plants have grown over,
showing new signs of green...
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There are remnants, leftovers
but they have passed...
the night the world felt shaken
situation saturated
and saturated
and saturated...
till there was no breath...
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They've moved forwards
on and on
new places
deeper senses
new conversations
greater planes and horizons...
levity of character, spirit.
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And yet, the traffic still moves
the lights turn
snow falls
and the place, the space in time
still exists...
pedestrians walk by, never knowing...
because the situation has overgrown with time...