it's these times.
the tides raise high,
the house quites its voices
and the stillness sounds like
machines crawling in infancy.
times like these that i,
i feel alone in the dark
with the sodium gateway lights
open in front of me.
the chill has come too soon,
not even the month of october has
yet to swallow the trees with
orange and red.
it's now, with no distractions
that i feel the most real,
the most disassembled.
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