The seagull
flew past
the foggy morn
of little light
shadows of power
and illusions
the war on citizens
of my town, our town
is on
Dark reformation
Dark days
of dark thirsting for power
desintegravity
no
community
variety
togetherness
kindness
peace and acceptance
and love
the sing song of languages
I don't know
all that I long for
but the skinny wale
has beached
in our town
Clowns from Amsterdam
11 years ago
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