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White sheet, now reddened, Covering a mound once living. Glass shards making puddles on the pavement. Candles on every turn and every roadside, Everybody dying, every light grown dim. A ghost of decades past, Rumbling to himself in my backyard, Halls empty, windows shattered, Blackboards black with mold. A pack of trash bags, soaring in the wind, Look like lost dogs in the rain And the old crones looking out the windows, Look like ghosts of saints and martyresses The place where I was born is now buried, Down there with Pompeii and Cahokia, As all things here come to rest. And now I see, All the omens that have followed me out here, Their fingers point to nowhere. And now I see, A white horse on the hazy plain, Watcher of the cemetery gates, Where my grandfather lies dreaming. And now I wander these streets, That he painted so vividly, The rain never stops, the clouds never part, And the sun never shows me her face. The place where I was born is now buried, And soon here I will be buried too.
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Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 7:26 AM UTC
Cloudy Days in the City of Sun
White sheet, now reddened, Covering a mound once living. Glass shards making puddles on the pavement. Candles on every turn and every roadside, Everybody dying, every light grown dim. A ghost of decades past, Rumbling to himself in my backyard, Halls empty, windows shattered, Blackboards black with mold. A pack of trash bags, soaring in the wind, Look like lost dogs in the rain And the old crones looking out the windows, Look like ghosts of saints and martyresses The place where I was born is now buried, Down there with Pompeii and Cahokia, As all things here come to rest. And now I see, All the omens that have followed me out here, Their fingers point to nowhere. And now I see, A white horse on the hazy plain, Watcher of the cemetery gates, Where my grandfather lies dreaming. And now I wander these streets, That he painted so vividly, The rain never stops, the clouds never part, And the sun never shows me her face. The place where I was born is now buried, And soon here I will be buried too.
this is about my hometown, which has the nickname "The City of Sun" or "Sun City" (despite its egregious lack of sunlight throughout the year)
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20/M/Samogitia
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 7:26 AM UTC
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