Hurt in the air as I turn forgotten corners,
Quivers like jellied pain, crowd noise like static
Sunshine in my head, soft steps counterpoint
The orchestral avalanche of passing cars
Sudden shadow, shivers under graceful
Gnarled branches, rain across
Haunting empty streets, a shower of sodden
White blossoms as I turn and walk away.
Machinegun fall of rain, watching
From under my hood at shapes in the
Shrouded dream, I feel like waking up
But I just turn the knob and step inside.
Empty room, black on black, quiet,
Filled with quiet and dust, in the corners
Glass cold under hand, wishes mist the window
As I turn my chair to watch the rain.
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