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May 2018
A long summer's dusk
yawned
as if this side of the earth
were tired
of day and wished to usher
in the quiet of night. I found
myself sitting on a stone bench
overlooking the river, cathedral
and town as magnanimous indigo
stretched so spritely to ripple across
the sky and corral the light so that the
stars could guide me home.
Something shone
so I asked, where have all my people gone?
The reply, they're still here.
This lonely fiend's new friends
remind him how temporary relief
is
because I have done this too many times
and I have lost interest in living
as I wander this town,
My sweet city
split me
into
Mydriasis Aletheia
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Mydriasis Aletheia  27/Other/Empyrean
(27/Other/Empyrean)   
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