There's a shadow over the city
the light, as usual, framing and erasing
Just say you
dream fires each
night smoothing each
collapsing page from
the throat talking
in a series
of measures in
the high desert
the perfect life
in a series
of measured gestures
an invitation to
see the world
from a bridge
that burns in
the next night
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