like an erratic,
hallucinatory film.
(the loudness
if it piercing through
with its
city lights, literature, medication and blood)
(the dire shades
from a flashback of running on burning bridges,
unexplainable
yet warm like an ingrown memory
from a
night out of this world)
(the impalpable
texture of a certain darkness,
a screened world bound to die under silent daylight,
leaving behind
nothing but the longing
for that inarticulate
thing that has been taken from you
and will
forever remain elsewhere)
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