The unseen
coloured sirens,
and the kind

scaring me awake
from my
day walking fantasies—

both chasing
street lights, plus
criminals in

the loose-ends of
night.

My window
allowing each but
one party to exit,

so in my head
the other does stay.

A stain that
comes and goes;

an unpredictable
house guest.

Time falls silent

Lights vaguely
obstructed,
shimmering outside.

Tiny portions of
what things used
to look like.

Trying to forget,
sporting infamous,
five-star curiosity.

All apologies accepted,
all rewards approved.