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the light gently falls through the veil of nighttime snow, glittering as it passes, and gathering itself in thin layers on my jacket. laughing i brush the light off, wanting the darkness, its comfort, it's comfort. not knowing quite what i mean, trying to see through to my intents, but the snow is not thick enough and the light keeps getting in my way, gathering as it does at intersections thrown up by plows and cars. in the pale midnight hours i can see the hair of the stars gently drift from the heavens, tinsel over this city so afraid of darkness. home in the cold, wishing for more, crisping and cooking--on beat, off beat,--knowing and waiting, hoping of course, that the light will stop falling so i can stand silent in the snow. |
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