Holiday Inn neon.
The odor of overpowering humanity.
Fast lights through the curtain
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Vision filled dancers whirling round, seeing nothing and experiencing all. Full tapestried skirts belling out a pervading odor of sweat.
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Why? Why? Is the cry in the night.
The howl of alone, far away.
Padding through the wilderness of night-smell.
Panting for air.
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Soothing rays.
A subtle caress.
An elusive moon behind clouds of misconception
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Whiskers trailing down my belly.
Whispers behind gleeful hands while passing through the halls.
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A cry...As from the black wings of a moth
Picked up in the sticky fingers of a child.
Unstirred dust,
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Live and breath the flowers of the night.
Never seen.
No one to pick them.
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