Out of the city the heavens reflect A stinging vista of flaming insects Darkness engulfing islands of light Scarring the sky and staining the night Under his mess and an idiot prayer A ticking bomb of bone and thin air A candle wasting and waxing to nil Waiting to trigger and blow the big chill Now I'm inclined only to sleep Ask me a question the meaning runs deep Moments are drowning in mantras of rain Smiling unsmiling there's no need to explain
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