The vast exalted sky
blasting through the tight tainted venues-


Raindrops stroke the window
of the empty bar. Tables soiled
with stacked ancient hearts-

A first sip from his drink.



Drowned out rings,
distant whispers,

a tempted calm.



A barmaid stares-

Under the cadence,
slow and dreamy,

something is changing.


They eye each other for a moment


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