I Float
i float
what else
than
to meander above
the streets
down there
cottages
chimneys
tales from a kidhood picturebook
i still read
people living
operatic moments
sparkle of the woman
who will live alone forever
tinkling of the piano
in the cornerbar
existences never recorded
which can be scribed into epics
configured into
stanzas ripped through by the innocent peruser
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