walking until there's no one
around you.
there's no hand
in yours.
no voices,
no screams, no
babies
crying.
no sirens.
you are in
a wide field
of windblown grass.
no houses,
no farms, no graves
to grieve over.
no factories
to work in.
you stand
in the center of nothing.
you have
arrived at the middle
of nowhere.
once more willing
to begin
again with the rest
of your tomorrows.
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