live without
the closing of the night
day comes
this unsuspecting hour
in our condescending
never ending
just pretending
lines
sunset this
life closing all the eyes
they try
to reawake their dreams
in these mass confusion
pure illusion
substitution
times
angry fires
put out upon the night
less sky
in this crisp suburban night
we saw god itself
stars that fell
shadows that ached in
fire
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