and i woke up in autumn,
wondering where it had gone:
was it
squeezed
between dreams
stretching inward
towards infinity?
between dreams
stretching inward
towards infinity?
or
was ittrampled
beneath the weight
of an endless
night?
beneath the weight
of an endless
night?
or
was itmerely forgotten,
lost to
the celluloid
memory -
Bogart's Parisian Golgotha.
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