we move among the cities
there are highways to lead us
cars to sleep in
couches and hostels and coffee shops
and there’s
gotta be some internet around here
somewhere
one of them has to be
a place that isn’t
like any other
ghosting our way
from north to south
east to west and back
spirits walking alone
in dirty backpacks
we used to be
other people
we will be
other people
again
if we can be
elsewhere
soon enough
Dark Matter 
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