They ran for Krautrock,
they ran for hymns,
with calibrated consciousness,
replacing this hazy wakefulness.
They purchased cars,
Origami cards, mud lamps
for their concrete hearts,
replacing the haunted Tamarind.
They looked at the East
By the West -- a hollow transformation?
If they wrote blank papers,
they drew blank drafts.
They made love,
in their imagined vineyard.
Shouting, as if believing,
once again.
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