I keep hearing these whispers,unsure if they are of the present or the future,
waking up to the morning light,
is it your heart beating, or is it just mine?
Stumbling through the dark Theater,
my foot finding a skateboard someone left in the aisle.
Escaping into the sunlight,
the young man lies asleep in the phallic garden,
closed eyes dipped in shade.
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