Some harm for the past. Others dream of at last. Days continue. Multiply multitudes. I wonder who destroys. When no one is left rejoice. All our statues lullabies and rented rooms. Distances no one will go. For instances no one can know. I say good night. Leave the room unsatisfied. Like a child I lie. Almost alone not quite. Crowded avenues. Homeless in tennis shoes. Sometimes I wish to set free. The things that still matter to me. Days continue. Like a knife might intrude. I wonder who destroys. When nothing is left rejoice. Nothing is left rejoice