
Haunted street,
Paved for the anonymous..
Interplaying light/dark..
Misty taste…
Two unblinking eyes,
Peeping through woods..
Hundred thousand new frames,
But, one unwavering image..
Threatening Interstellar Silence,
Deafened Ears..
Not a snail’s movement..
All urge surrendered..
Immobile..
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