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NIGHTLY
Out the mad deadly door
Under blinking scarecrow lights
In cratered plaster walls,
Up stairs repaired twice, thrice?
Not lately,
Sinking, falling as a building dies.
Above, the storied exit.
The roof, alarmed, don’t touch!
But through, with noise, I go
Outside to see the city glow
With howling hands of wind
And stars with smoke mixed in,
To gaze on cracked melodic passage
Uptown, downtown,
A flow that’s certain, tragic.
The joint whispers embers to the ground.
Back inside where warmth and shelter lounge,
Or so it seems beneath no sky,
No depth of distance taught to fly.
My daily visage decomposed,
A nightly show come to its close,
The lights spin out, I feel not much,
Just muffled thoughts and human touch.
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