The Window Seat at Night

February 1, 2016

Cities are germs under a


glass that has been stepped

on, cracks spintering outward;


separating and

exposing earth's fiery,

red core

oozing up toward

broken crust; Citizens don't

look like

ants as much as they

do fireflies; huge swarms, so


they don't seem to move

at all, just like circruitry

on a

computer - clearly

active, yet eerily still.


More than

anything, the ground

blends into the horizon

and looks

like the night. Pulsing,

twinkling stars all across

black land

-scape. We're so concerned

about discovering our


so mysterious

cosmos, we don't see greatness

in the

universes we've

built ourselves. The illusion

is so

believable that

I would open the bean-shaped


window and dive out,


I was flying rather than falling.

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