not all there

the light blue mornings
are spacious and vague.
they exist in the past
as tired dreams of some distant magic.

       the trolley is empty.
       my shaded body hovers
       above the tracks.

it's all twisting and turning
through tunnels
and cityscapes.

the place is too familiar.

       he slept in both places,
       or almost did.

a lack of seriousness,
not all there.
everybody's happy.
everybody just be happy,
play that song again.

       the building is empty.
       my shaded body drifts
       through the maze of duplications.

it's filled with molds
and empty heads.

dirty money stuffed in registers.
are you registered?

future abandoned buildings,
they'll be beautiful then.

       what's happening outside?
       there's a lack of windows.

i thought i was a tree.
when am i going to be a tree?

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