get on to the road
only when you can
cross it whole
don't hesitate
once on it don't dither
lonely by its side
wait if you need to
till you know
you wouldn't stop
in the middle stuck
till the moment
presents itself
for it is also
lonely in the middle
without help
let's complete a motion
without pause
for a rambling story
whistle at crossings
a song non-stop
don't want to be
aimless on the streets
and going nowhere
i want to have peace
when i have peace
want to have peace
when i don't
i was shot
today afternoon
in the chest
and i reflect
how i am not dead
but always dying
that for me
it is never
over yet
but continuing
but not
a death liberating
this is only
a kind of sinking
in a bog
more horrible
than the end
this stench
that won't
let me breathe
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