NIGHT, DREAM, DAYBREAK NIGHT Discarded garbage and trash Parts of unwanted newspapers, volumes of wasted time, Float and twirl in the great gray road. Street lights burn yellow circles in the grass. Cars drive by, one at a time, separated, numbered by the distance of dawn.
I listen, drifting, from inside my shrinking corporality,
Street lights wander where they shouldnt,
The buzz of the dark
DREAM Am overwhelmed by her glorious presence Her laughing propinquity Draws nearer to But cannot see
Something Is
DAYBREAK The unaccountable Black Is bleached and neutralized By the stirring city. The sun, like a rotating lighthouse beam, Turns in toward me again. It glares and advances invading the road, the corner and the park. It shrivels the dew, highlighting each drying blade, And covers the neighborhood, waking Leaking Westward.
It forces all of the outcast people
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