I would stay here. Marry the dark.
Live a wide eyed silence
within this row of opposites.
Our cars shift identically slow.
Atmosphere sits and traffics
numb murmurs beyond heat,
as I breathe. Just breathe and sit
and realise this could be
the in between of any two points,
a convergence at vanishing point
of any two equals. Here and there
yet, suddenly, no one place at all.
Soon, we will divorce darkness
and the light will burn our eyes.
I have never been alone. I am afraid.
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