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Day IV
But why are you here?

I’ve been here before, I’ve been here forever
Stood on a shaky ground
Looking at pebbles inside the lost and unfound it all stranded and scattered and going
and
Mist dissipated and it drowned the sound, and coming for it, but coming from you,
Whatever came through wasn’t enough
Somebody left, something turned off, some small paranoia
She bleeds and she grows
adrift in a dream within yesterday’s murder
Waking it slowly but dreaming is gone, killed by that moment

Here comes the next
Drowning sober
Touching the world
Something is walking, is waking but waiting gets slower
Grown old in a dream
Now back from La Paz
Rosarito is colder, everything’s colder
Though the sun always shone
I don’t welcome this nowhere, nor does it you
If you would just leave it
The next would come sooner
Pero Rosarito esta tranquilo
And is full of regret and I can’t hear the music, only this slipping, this sinking away
Trying to hold it
But it’s shrinking away

And the roles get reversed
Now there’s a moon in the sky
Starless wisdom of sand
She can’t look away
And I am here because I am nowhere
and something came in and caved over
and crushes and follows and – though cruel – falls deep into boredom and closes the hole

But why are you there?