Further

Darkness descends upon my street,
In the color purple is an orange glow;
Lazy on the wind, turning, rolling over,
Slowly - the corpse-child of a tree - cries
The slow cry of death, the low call of a swan,
A song full of emptiness - a song full of nothing,
A music that burns my ears and face, salts my tongue,
A flurry of death, a zephyr in fury, at a point further than me.

Further than you.

Further than the farthest reaches of space - the last corner of the universe.

Further.

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