a peaceful walk home
in slate black of a clouded winter night whose false stars fall idly lamp-lit drifting in their millions quietly they rush by down and down, hushing humming earth a hoisted gaze lost in them, tumbling I reel perception adrift, gravity relenting now a dizzying walk out and up the sky one with the swirling crowd settling gently earthward.
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