A New York Minute

[damiankarras]

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eternal minute

[anonymous]

i was there, o roomie of mine, wondering where your never mind had taken you as i piloted the battered roadmaster homeward, even maybe asking you, and, not receiving an answer in spirit but in words, did not join you on that journey; yet i felt the love and heartbreak, because all my memories, both warm and cold, are also perceived through sporadic light, and a white blanket of insulating beauty.