Warm rain fell as the autumn dark came down
I walked on to the accompaniment
Of music on headphones, its soothing sound
Like syrup to the ears, voice of dissent
Against people’s real indifference
Relighting my fire, taking that phrase
Opening creaky doors of inner sense
Revealing unknown lovers, future days
My outer shell then melts and my soul sprays
Over the rooftops, swallowed by the moon
Reflecting on the heads of those who went
Along my route in two or three decades
Past the circular library, around
Its magnificent stone circumference
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