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My life floods before my eye 

River & branches, cityscape 

Scraps of trash & smiles broken like streets 

Line my wiles with willpower and whim 

A sorrow sights me & fires 

For she (how many now?) had left me 

How many bodies line the streets of my mind 

As I walk behind the line of yesterday 

I jump across into now to sound te ether with a briefness- 

I was here! (who?) already gone 

A wind, a bell, birdsong