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| "Night Abounds" Wallpaper |
The remains of the best, of the worst.
The fierceness of breath
Softens to the dull weariness
Of fighting time.
Conversation are out done on the street
As voices hush to cars that
screech and scream
Impressive to no one.
The pace of my walk teeters
Between leisure and haste
The breeze stops and I await it again
Watching a missile burn atop the sun
Heading toward Vandenberg
A tight contrail to underline
silent Venus, facing south,
impassive.
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