memories from the austere curtain

she murmurs, chanting restless waves
silk whispers in display windows,
windy parks long forgotten.
children clatter in selfwrapped play,
accost myself behind a thought,
seeing these days echoed before,
when pleasure strangled all but future.
her throat opens like dawn
calling from the darkened halls
a high school wrecked, a cemetary
flight in haste i've left it cold
echo victorious, empty fields
of eternity and other coughs
as i watch my window smear
these places by, 
drowned in sympathetic rain.
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