and when the curtain opened,
oh shit, all of this snow is coming down -
but, when the drapes were pulled, that sound, you know it
one after the other, hands and arms working hard, smoothly
(well, maybe not that smoothly)
anyway,
i took a look around
wait, a second, now the snow is weaving over itself
see, i said Festival of Lights - why cannot today be perfect?
why cannot? can't.
you.
wait, so i ...
lost in reverb.
fucking echoes.
you telling me to shut up, more or less.
and then, i just, well. fuck, just close these sheaths of fabric, okay?
i have nothing to say to you.
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