Ruins loom, undressed 
in the space between here and then
what life still clings to them 
hangs loose and bellowing

Ruins stand their ground
battered by crosswinds
shifted perspectives, altered light
shadows lengthen and diminish

I tried to be good
did what I could, spinning plates 
painted with faces
of all the friends that came to me

Now there are absences
and there are ruins
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