Moonless Fade

The night wind cuts hard as diamond

in through the corner of his eye,

bleeding salty tears warmer

than anything the evening offers.

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The streets spill into a squalid beauty

past hungry shadows hiding from themselves,

the lost who cast forlorn reflections

off sightless puddles in surrender.

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He stumbles bent by this rain swept congregation

in damp and damaged spastic kicks,

enslaved to the madness pouring out from within,

down past cavalcades of vanity and steel -

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with their ragged jacked current coursing through his aspirations,

with their ragged jacked current ungrounded through his short hairs,

with their ragged jacked current draining his best intentions,

with their ragged jacked current now blown only for him.

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Cold now.

Quiet.

Then it's gone into one last diamond point of light,

leaving only the moonless fade.