seems to me the end is not such a big deal
empires, like hem-lines, are known
to rise and fall
where the trail crossed an old railroad track
nothing distinguished the true path from the false ones
(if such a thing exists)
but don't ask me
I've been lost for a while now myself
in her bones the West remembers something
but of course it's only later, from my window,
that I notice the full moon
reflected in Monterrey bay
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