recorridos
his goal in life was to be an echo
the type of sound that floats around and then back down
like a feather
but in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans
no one could hear him
or anything
so he slept, on a mountain
in a sleeping bag underneath the stars
he would lie awake and count them
and the great fountain spray of the great Milky Way
would never let him
die alone
hummingbird, Wilco
the type of sound that floats around and then back down
like a feather
but in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans
no one could hear him
or anything
so he slept, on a mountain
in a sleeping bag underneath the stars
he would lie awake and count them
and the great fountain spray of the great Milky Way
would never let him
die alone
hummingbird, Wilco
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