Pulsing light
Like a fading fire fly
Broken glass upon the street
It crunches under my feet
As I search for direction in the dark
I no longer know from which way I came
Or where this sidewalk leads
I listen to the whispering wind
But it speaks in tongues I do not comprehend
I find it easier to dance with the rhythm
Than try to decipher it’s cryptic verbs
It carries me like a raging river
Into the fields of black and calm.
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