moon waxing hidden
towers red in haze
blinking their unbidden
epiphanies as waves
unmade before the bed
her confidences shattered
she wraps his broken limbs around
a single flower
not much comes of singing
the hour stifles song
inside the throat it catches as
the sheets are ringing
city beckons floating
girders thrust and roar
past the trembling river there
the darkness stinging
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