there was a voice

that only spoke

to say everything

was wrong.


the line is long

the people waiting

unnaturally

bright.


the sky is gray

the weather is mild

the combination

strange.


your friends are gone

were never here

nothing is real only

fear.


after  

some time

it lost

the faculty

of meaning


but

for a while

kept

words.


run

slowly

nothing

is coming

until

ever

and

always

it

turned

a

rattling

hum