What a beautiful dawn!
Tomorrow the future is coming!
Inevitably the dawn drags on
in the light of the once-great neons
while hand-crafted gramophones
play 'Send in the Clowns.'
The day will suffice itself
like a tranquilizer
melting on the tongue
I lean out my soul's window
and try to remember
the past.

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