On Disappearing
it's time...
you get on a train, you disappear.
you write your name on the window, you disappear.
there are places like this everywhere,
places you enter as a young boy,
to which you never return to.
..until someday in the distant future you do
as someone else? or still that young boy?
I guess we will find out.
Until then,
Kay.
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