Finally, late early hours and letting go of todays lights. Broken translations, stuttering machinery, unsure whether to still pay a closer attention to what's running uneven below the surface. Morning will have hours to sort things out. Trying to pull together all conscious thoughts left at hand, shaping them into clouds and constellations and miraculous animals solid as mountains fragile as snowflakes and here to stay here to fade with the dawn to draw near. Inner dialogues, watching neighbours on their late night rituals. A drink a cigarette and turning pages. The missing poetry in the sidenotes. Have a decent sleep wherever you are.

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