the air has a chill
but it's not penetrating-
it's comforting;
habituation.
i can feel numerous bodies
congregating all around me.
sight, unimportant.
sound, unimportant.
though equally stimulating,
for it holds a physical and
almost gustatory quality.
the night lights mix
blue and yellow
tungsten and fluorescents
5600k absent
red, yellow and blue
no longer converging.
the bodies around me close in,
attack.
a welcoming ritual of enemies.
assaulted, and laying in dirt;
it feels right.
"insides showing on the outside"
and the night is now still.
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