What will you remember when it's all over?
Sparks flare from the cracks in slumbering hearts.
He is here. Another new town,
with a slight pull, rushes towards the lens.
The restless horizon steams, falls heavy into rusted arms
and it is new again.
A student of love chained to the textbooks, dazed,
charmed by bouquets, long-dead and insipid.
And rivers, long-dried and wept.
Penance self-inflicted before guilt can breathe out the throats
of these strange, sugar girls, these strangers
whose mystery is lushly addictive.
Left with one hand on the door, slung open for your happiness.
This light is always on.
Here's your light.
I'll point it out,
then say goodbye.
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