3 acessos
SCOUTS SEARCH TOO FAR, FALL, WAIT, BRIGHT MARKS FORMING
INTO "E"s. WAITING,
WATCHING ICEBERGS MELT OUTSIDE AND I AM THINKING ABOUT
GOING OUT. BLACK AND RED,
BI-COLORED STREETS. WONDERING WHERE THIS TOWN ENDS AND
THE NEXT ONE BEGINS,
THE ROADS WE FOLLOW NEVER END. I WONDER WHEN YOU'RE
ALONE IF YOU'RE REALLY AS HIGH
AS A CLOUD OR YOUR HEART COMES UNDONE WITHOUT MEND.