I watched it in the Holden with Ben and other friends.
The aftermath seems strangely hollow and ambiguous.
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
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