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8:34pm in my car

I look up to the somber heavens
and down to the damp concrete floor
sitting alone in my car

Everything in between
is ambiguous, quiet, and humid until

You, who hides in the
morbid, dark night sky
Peeks through the grumpy
pool of ashed, flat clouds

Just for a second
My eyes stare at the window
trying to cling
to your brilliant, energetic flashes
of light
dancing across your stage,
the sky

You blind me
with the radiance and strength
of your crooked beams
much like the passionate Sun
who blazes onto the
desolate deserts of dragging dog days

Blink.
The curtains close
the dancers disappear
The Sun sets
seasons change

The skies blacken
The ground dampens
as I sit alone in my car.




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