Crystal Core

Where were we?
Thoughts weren’t put out yet fully;
A few dialogues were rising still
Out of the crystal core of our evening retreat…
The ashtray a mess, sure as hell
My eyes were red.
I can’t seem to place it though.
Tell me please, where were we?
There are way too many balconies in my memory,
And mountains rising and falling,
And nightingales
That might know the secrets as to why I ran,
As to why I lied…?
There is a mountain fox in my memory;
I only saw him once,
But trails of his feces, many times…

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