endings begin and
noticed the tiny coils that accumulated on sidewalks
he was desperate for small things-
the way bits of gravel dust clung to balmy shins.
the void that overtook at night,
blank walls, empty parking lots.
a quiet comfort of sinking
into beer bottles and folded up into sheets for days.
and shopkeepers
that greeted, staring making him
self-conscious.
the nothingness that made up
distractions, the brush of a stranger's shoulder.
the darkness and how he blended into it,
an indiscernible figure.
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