Dissociate

              how the moment
seems so much
                             longer
                                            more in-depth
        increasing
                                  in silver
                twilight                     
      he knew
          how to ride                   the winds
                               of words
  he knew
              he was never
  goin’ back                                           to that
                                                                 god dang

Far on the south
   side of the war
        machine, in
                a restaurant
   in France,
         with a date
                who doesn’t know
                         her black dress
        is visible from here
                         through the zero zero
                              capsule he ate
                                      nine hours before
                                            the wine—still
                    not enough time—
            the fan blowing
       on my face
in California

  

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