We Were The Delusional
I
In a world about to end, we gather
in the light of street lamps. (How their
light falls like holiness does through
the dark. How it seems to increase
tenfold;
the shadows too close split, into abstraction.)
II
And this is the world:
the wind is corners, broken in air; harshly
the wind passes. Harshly the
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