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The Sublimity of StreetlightsThe ceaseless buzzing whispers the sublime,
the pallid light runs smoothly through my eyes
and down my spine, thus freezing me in time
as I sit, mouth agape, tracing the flies.
I squint to change the focus of the ring
that clears a path in the impassive night.
The numbness means I cannot feel a thing,
No cold nor ache while staring at the light.
My mind is all alight with tangled thoughts
that play themselves out 'fore my very eyes,
and cast their dancing shadows, splendid spots
onto that ring of light I idolize.
But like all moments, time once more ignites,
Though there are more to come with each new night.
Heeding the CallCarve it into the stone of ceaseless time
So that all may observe the fall of man
As we thrust ourselves into the sublime
Flames that wil engulf us with outstretched hand
So willingly we shuffle to a fate
That wishes only ill upon us all,
And yet this truth does not forestall our gait,
And quickly more we heed the clar'ion call.
And so, like lambs the slaughter line we fill,
Our destinies already neatly sealed,
And when our number's called, our blood is spilled,
We pray the after-life is something real.
And as the lively blood drains from our souls,
We realize then that we are all but fools.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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