With brilliant dreams of haziness
My strolling into deep night begins
Astonishing splendors, I guess
I see shadows of myriad scenes
Way way inside my times of youth
All alone in my own town slumber
Taking note of looking for truth
Tuning my thinkings to tree thunder
I am touring pitchy dim night
See flickering shades of street neon
Forlorn people in somber light
A breathless twinkling phenomenon
© daniel miltz
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