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The desire tonight
Is for something
To take
The pain
Away,
To loosen
The beast’s grip,
And give a moment’s
Peace.

Over the years
We have become
Less angular,
Smoother, like rocks
In a river,
Aligned to time.

The squall left the street
Mirroring neon colors.
Traffic was slow as pedestrians
Emerged from offices
With visions of family
And early evening plans.
I picked up speed,
The city released its grip,
Buildings got smaller,
And I took one last look
In my rearview mirror.

As a boy, shadows
From headlights played
Menacing games I
Watched on my ceiling.
Strange sounds heard
From the floors below.
Unable to sleep,
Stuck until dawn with
No one to hear me.

The square refuses to square.
Geometry won’t add up.
Logic has surrendered and
The puzzle has rejiggered
Its ultimate solution.

Wisdom
Surrounds me
But it speaks
A foreign
Language.

Dawn’s light across
Summer’s valley as
Life reawakens. We have talked
Through the night,
Defying sleep,
Unresolved.
Quiet returns.
This day begins in
Beauty and sadness.