Why am I alone in this place?
Where has everyone gone? Not a single face
I see here where everything is stark and
the angles are all wrong and sharp.
I live in a many-faceted crystal
Where each movement reflects itself throughout the whole.
A smile reflects as a frown over there
is refracted in multi-dimensional echos of air.
He remains before a summer moon,
Dissuading men around warm blue fences,
Hearkening to them, a sound none know,
She's chased by men below Cabra.
The silence hears that foreign places are cold,
We remain silent with our hoofs.
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