a brief sight revealed everything:
water was gone and the naked stone shivered
and yelled with its curves
at lethargic fragments of a crowd passing by
fearing that they might be recognized
in the light of comets
ephemeral and herded like animals
following their predetermined route
I checked my pocket for a bottle: there should still be something in it
but then I changed my mind
the night is going to be long

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