Tis afternoon
and alls been emptied out to the streets
rushing traffic
human tides
stretch in all directions
blurring horns
elated laughter
seduced by dizzy fantasies
brewed behind fort SP
celebrating nothingness
devices, practices, processes
complex and disillusioned
decieve the traveller
sidetracking from true course
play on private stages
begins to collect into todays fashion
the trend chooses its path
the traveller is but a pawn
broken radar
has no direction
is governed by ever changing winds
this way and that
A ship to nowhere
castaway on some distant abondoned shore
Destiny unknown...
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