it was such a long way
everybody was sleeping
by the time of arrival
only very few were looking
out the windows, the stillness
the soft murmur of lazy feet
or a page whispering its life
the words of posterity pored
over for whatever clues we
actually do find upon a full stop
the coffee was predictably bad
there were very few surprises
but everything was somehow new
and you wish there'd be something
you could say in moments like these
not much to do but to tell yourself
that it will all come to pass regardless
of what anybody could secretly wish for
it was such a long song
that kept us silently there
eying the words carefully
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