Between dusk and light

half truths and minced oaths

lift from lips

sentences of thought

salted in hope

the understanding

breaking wisdom

where abandoned chances

release onto

sidewalks unnoticed

passed over

as common babbling

taken for granted

a bruising

for speech

from the

wandering wise

without pillows

standing, spreading

neon flashes of

mercurial thoughts.








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