the 3a
the voices on the bus an esperanto
of hermaphrodite tongues that ignore the
passing scenes that blend
into a never-never land
that and that
the wind cannot get out
of the window it came in through
because when the fresh air
gets into your lungs
some soft apeth slams it
shut
oh yes all human life is here
alright
let me off
ding
let me off
ding
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