Can you hear the ghost
Wandering through collapsing corridors
And bewildered strips of land?
Totting its feet across the Boxhagener Platz,
Leafing through the dog-eared books
Outside antique shops,
Trying to find her social agenda?
Calling out to the youngsters on their skateboards,
Ripping up the pavement ahead.
They are too busy to notice.
In a voice that nobody hears,
"Has anyone seen Father Time?"
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