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An Ode to No One
They opened up for him they thought about it, and let themselves--these vapor doors--be swinging. He had this one glimpse of an opportunity. He had this one glimpse of an opportunity. He had this one glimpse of an opportunity -- They kept egging him on. he had this one glimpse again and again. These vapor doors fool no one, especially non a yet bright-eyed boy staring at them from below. They are towers of majesty. He had this one glimpse of an opportunity...
He decided to wait for the next day when they had dispersed and his reciprocal aura shined through.
At night...
the sky cries permanent tears for him, as it did yesterday, and will tomorrow.
All that is left is the howling of the watcher; but no beat of his drum.