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[cannot be expressed]
i believe
there are some things
that cannot be expressed
in words
quiet glow of nighttime noises
tires touch the asphalt
soles of your shoes touch the grass
air touches dust
angelic beauty
and thoughts of a yellow cab
parked in the alley
(good night!)
night time is glowing
a lullaby of a silent city
its hum flows into my windows
barely touching the melody
and then dissolves
in the singing of air currents
and in this almost non-world
this almost concentration of absence
small burst of energy exists
to bring cool to my skin
tear to my eyes
skipped beat to my heart