I lived in an unfamiliar city,
Far away from my mother.
They told me, “Death & Sanity
Are essentially the same thing,”
But I had a hard time knowing
Whether or not this was old
Indication or a new unknown one.
Amid the late modern forms,
Nostalgia grew like shabby satire.
There was
A man
With my
Same name.
There was
A metaphoric
Statue…
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