Sleep has fled on crow's feet –
blurring entropy – night rains
in shimmers. The lights sway
as sky migrates – liquid curtains –
there is only beauty to be seen
within invisible heat – mercurial
surge in frosty air. Stars melt –
his dreams tread on waning reality.
All he will ever be able to collect:
talismans – pellets of hail trapped
in empty wishes. Twilight merges
into falling roofs – hour draped –
he waits by flickering shadows,
their lips moving close to his ears.
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