single file homes
diagonal, diagonal
across the street
a field of clones
the sorrows & the moans
bemoan the absent beloveds
that loved to be absentminded
they're at the lost city
with only one light to lead
where the sunset sweeps the dust
dusk erases
& dawn brings new faces
how the clones have grown
into their own
mirrored in nature
each an island
no longer in line
they're that way & this
they know misery & bliss
they found what it is
to not be lost
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