So much for that

Dark clouds, dark pace
in a patient night, clawing,
crawling maddeningly still,
daybreak the savior or curse?
Your inconsolability stains
the stagnancy, a million
shards of glass on a street
on the edge of consciousness
velvety black and welcoming,
an ocean away in a wink,
fever-boiled waves angered
by sweat and helplessness blues,
the coming tempos and chorus
as vague as a mistranslation,
still we wait, mic in hand,
for the burning to stop.



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