Letter from the End of the World 2
In the streets we debate
The value of butter, cheese,
Vapour
This morning I entered the caves
Terrible echoes
Rang out through the rock
A dog accompanied me
To a distant chamber
That night, I hoped
I would be able to sleep
But my dreams were haunted—
That great emptiness
Greeting us each as if it were
A hungry mouth
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