I am hovering
Cavernous
Over cityscapes
Extended across an imagination of one
This is the twilight hour; dissipating
Crickets sound their alarms
As dawn breaks
Like dreams break
Like porcelain breaks
Like hearts break
Like hearts ache
The highway shimmers to life
Yawning its fault lines
Of asphalt confessions
Air rushes in with a cold shoulder
Sheets unravel from wrapped bodies
The static is ruptured
And everywhere
Everyone
Is alive.
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