the outcome of the day

the force of train cars softly crashing
pushing darkness in waves this way
punctuates the soft din of a city all weak and freshly wet
awakens a child in tears

do not know the outcome of the day
do not see the leaving of the night
as it wisps into worlds far away
as it mothers the dreams, as fears alight

the darkness a swamp of old blood
as the beast moon slips in silent from a shore
a wave does not propagate far in black blood
a child does not live long in tears

old drips of stars scatter from above
they will never touch this world
a billion years in pursuit of my eyes
and on cloud tops they will die, they will die


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