Leaving
At the reiteration of trust
Watching the valleys of a corporate personhood
Fold in the silence
Jittering to admit a truth
Will fall on ears deaf
And swipe in tears
Only wept in self dissolution
As the time is clinging
To timing flights immediate
The rushing summer
Was so brief a romance
It might have faded faster
If only he'd danced
His old soul to stay
The ghost will have to walk miles
Imagining the European rain of doubts
Falls in Brooklyn too
The industry deserts
Instead grassy nights
Lush like passing flames we plume
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