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How quickly you don't know anymore.

How suddenly no one waves back when you wave.

Seeing which something goes out of your wave.

And when you wave next they don't even look.

How suddenly it's all bartering again.

And this time you have little left.

And no one wants any of it.

You can know that this too is a show.

One more on the long strip of shows downtown.

You can have seen it before many times.

Have walked away into better as many.

But still you believe in this one.

Its darks fit those that shudder at the bottom of your night.