There Wasn't a Song by Lindsay Turner
when I left the building
everyone was taking pictures of the sky
the bells were ringing
there wasn’t a song
there wasn’t a story
there wasn’t anyone left standing there
it couldn’t have happened
it doesn’t exist
the scene was too improbable
there wasn’t a table
there’s no glass on the table
it doesn’t exist=
there wasn’t a reason
for the representatives to have been crying
there wasn’t anything to cry about
they couldn’t have cried
I walked up to the building with columns
through it and out the other side
there wasn’t any confrontation
it didn’t exist
besides the weather
what is there to talk about
if there’s no point in telling it
does it still exist
the person I love
has a yellow spot in his eye
if he closes that eye several states away
does it still exist
the bells were ringing
when I left the building
this time that they’re saying
it doesn’t exist Art by Jonathan Kwegyir Aggrey
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