I wandered through and watched them play
Drink and smoke and kick a ball
Walk their dog past sleeping geese
Deep in unknown conversation
Their worlds cannot be shared
As they jog and sit and stumble about
They remain galaxies alone
The end of a black hole
Pushing each other apart
A lamp post is cover for the shadow to pass
The stranger that smiles, says thank you
Death or the fear of death in their wake
Each of them a pestilent Midas
In the sunset they talk and wonder
How to speak with the new words
Describing a space that solidifies
Losing the strength to break the silence
The gates are shut, for now
At a final repose that was always seen
From behind the rainbows and the gratitude
Where words may yet be understood.
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