In a new house alone
Set up the multimedia and the paper.
Above the storm past
Risen to the precipice I have been to the sky outside the tower
looming in the distance.
Drinking a beer
On the balcony
Smoking
And a cigarette
The clouds fly by fast
Trailing the torrent past,
Looking out into a black abyss
Full of life.
Rolling trains fly through
Full of life.
Riding by.
These days ahead,
Those days past,
Heaven hopes the good will last.
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