luno sur mia ŝultro, parto unu

she thinks about Almira too much
even though technically somewhere in the clouds
she’s long dead and gone
but people live on in our hearts and minds

she stands in front of a window glowing purple
illuminated by thousands of street lights
holding a jar with her dreams in it
pastel like the one she wants to remember

no red vapors will lead me to the field of knowledge
just confuse, annoy, and worry me
why not just put the words into my brain
instead of shouting that there’s a void

so here I stand now with sand below my feet
at the crossroads of lost and very lost
maybe I could summon a compass to find my way
across the great big white world

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