In the Country of Last Things 末世之城

“Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.” - Paul Auster

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I hummed the sorriest tune on the road,
standing in a city laying waste.
below the swamp of skyscrapers,
I saw the sunlight dimmed.
It blurred the shadow.
The night fell on me and covered me

'There is no blues that can sound quite as
broken heartbeat like mine"
I closed my eyes
like the gorge of sorrow it drowned me dry
Whoever went away / passed by
Whatever it slipped away.
This is the last time