When the flickering lights fade at last
into the night sky,
and the cool breeze of autumn creeps silently
into its ditches and alleys,
calm descends in earnest upon
those dreaming exiles of a decayed existence.
An eerie silence
deploys her claws unto the world outside,
forcing all subordinates to abandon
their noble quests
and succumb to an encompassing, personal denial
as memory betrays an apathetic fate to the dreamers.
Thought, like all prisoners,
drags its weary bones along that deep, black highway.
Not searching for an escape so much as an answer.
And as the magnitude of the universe
converges upon itself,
causing a sudden and grand collapse,
all that I can do is sit here
in the yellow lamplight
and think of you
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