silver glints off
windows wearing clothes
lights are spasms
winking from the power lines
and all the while colored bulbs
search for us in vain
tree limbs too tired spires
an antique quell create
chimney fire wind wallop
spark a black hole that eats
but send by smoky time
these tend to blow me back...
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 26th, 2026 00:40
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 2
- In collections: Blackhole Disease, Ever Night Skyward.
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