wet gutter stone
submerged in the rill
blackheavy and round
and the weight beneath me:
a smooth cold killer of light
night is a forest
wet banquet of noise
small epiphany’s happening at street lights
and wild-life electric
far off are the radios
the occasional violence
hits the melancholy,
hangs with urban drifters
patches up a night sky
night is a forest, a jungle of audible character
damp activity
light and shape struggle to hold meaning,
as momentary glimpses
glistening with hope
capture an uncertain semaphore
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
wet gutter stone
submerged in the rill
blackheavy and round
and the weight beneath me:
a smooth cold killer of light
night is a forest
wet banquet of noise
small epiphany’s happening at street lights
and wild-life electric
far off are the radios
the occasional violence
hits the melancholy,
hangs with urban drifters
patches up a night sky
night is a forest, a jungle of audible character
damp activity
light and shape struggle to hold meaning,
as momentary glimpses
glistening with hope
capture an uncertain semaphore
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