:::poetry
This is an ode unto a time that felt more meaningful
When leaving my apartment in the night it felt like leaning forward
into life
experienced existence when the suburbs all hush
And for a moment feeling like the sky will listen through the dark quiet
though quite clever stealing quick behind the damp fire of the star light
The darkest night speaks louder than the brightest day
when you’re ears are weary from the screams the sun raises from the social haze

The night-walkers seem to have departed from the system
but just quiet buying coffee for their bread-winning
grave-digging
Would you build a home to give yourself a house to die in?
Or pitch a tent to keep believing that you might win
diamond rings
Gleam as bright at night as in the daytime
But maybe it’s me that I’m deluded from the sunlight

Leaning forward in the night it makes me feel as if I have a power
To push my life beyond the destinies supplanted in my waking hours
Go to sleep and let me dream that I’m the only one that ever mattered
And for a second—just a second—we can shield our ears from all this noxious clatter
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