Night city lights

Yellow sparks splinter in cold eyes,
Like spilled beads on damp glass.
We buy illusions in dark corners,
Just to warm up somehow in the empty gloom.

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These lights that burn into the void,
Cut through space ruthlessly even.
I see in them only your beauty,
Cold, strict, verbosely silent.
The lights reflect in the black river,
Like dreams that cannot be told.
A random spark on the right hand,
And we continue to walk blindly.


Someone puts on a record, a string cries there,
Alien worlds flicker in the windows opposite.
Our comedy is drunk by us to the bottom,
We are just extras for this sleepless game.
Plastic and a broken saucer, a forgotten motif,
A velvet voice sounds from an old speaker.
This landscape is so desperately-falsely beautiful,
Where a random passerby is silent at the door.

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These lights that burn into the void,
Cut through space ruthlessly even.
I see in them only your beauty,
Cold, strict, verbosely silent.
The lights reflect in the black river,
Like dreams that cannot be told.
A random spark on the right hand,
And we continue to walk blindly.


Look. Over there, on the corner.
People are selling their time for paper shadows.
And we just stand and watch the light
Eat up the remains of the night.
No excuses. No promises.
Just flickering.


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These lights that burn into the void,
Cut through space ruthlessly even.
I see in them only your beauty,
Cold, strict, verbosely silent.
The lights reflect in the black river,
Like dreams that cannot be told.
A random spark on the right hand,
And we continue to walk blindly.


Flickering.
Empty avenues.
Flickering.
At a quarter to three.
The lights go out.
The lights go out.