well i suppose sometimes only a good night's sleep
is all that's needed in this world
I mean if only everything i felt and everyday could be made
blue and twilite
by sleep, then what orange brightness would affect me to such an
inhospitable degree?
And if my non-senseless right now is created by immediate non-verbal
communication gratification, then, well...
satisfied at last by some urban nocturne
song sung loudly by quiet shadowed birds
traversing a sullen distance between
the glass and steel towers on which my
morning rests
wind sung breezily between
alleys of cold tar
blackened as the birds they reflect
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