Songs overflow from doors

opening to the sidewalk

where.neon lights

baptize the weak, stirring the curiosity of

a night strung tight

while others pray in alleys

whispering their sins

under a celestial curtain as

stars cross behind the black

of space where not

a molecule is out of place

as cool air covers the tapestry

of the city and liberal

sounds drift to the street

drenching the people

from the day

and the day before.



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