Day 7 thousand six something
no revelation
one friend had said I
was at the wrong station
remember too much
and it all seems so recent
and it all seemed so simple
And it hardly seems decent
to throw down such vague
and artless prose
I suppose it can't be helped
but I must do more than suppose
Or so I tell myself
but no revelation flashes
hell with it, I'll build my own
while the old dominion crashes
what
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