the incandescent seascape of my own
sleepless city looks sentimental again
in the cold evening before winter sets.
just before i drift back into
this world so little that i call to it so many times,
i soak in the looks of the night
to keep with me while time wanders by.
"hooray for the madness/
we are better by design.
let's hope we never have to/
say goodbye, say goodbye."
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