Moving And Stopping 21/12/25

Dec 21, 2025
1 min read

Updated: Feb 10

The station

Partings and greetings,

laughter and longing,

it's nobody's home,

and yet it's always thronging.

There's friends who shout curses,

and foes who yell praises,

standing beside skull faces grim reapers

who meet you with daisies.

Here it all happens,

and there it's all known.

This last stop you'll see

on your journey home.

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