time away

being chased by clowns
their massive shoes slapping like clapping seals on the floor

amongst skyscrapers that reach up like sharp pencils

living in a town where the library is always empty

the silence echoes as librarians fear for their jobs

We will always need words

as anonymous face peers through bushes, its eyes over the parapet,
it’s limbs prod me with sharp sticks
i walk by

I need time away

from this place

I need time

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