The City


Pale dawn creeps
along tarred veins.
A celestial bloom
cataclysm and consecration.

Under the apricot glow
debris from aphotic assemblies
clings to the sidewalk
like rheum to waking eyelashes.

The murine hoards
scuttle almost silently
into crack and crevice,
dismissed by the morning's blush.

The first footfalls
hit the concrete paths,
too rapid to notice
another empyrean embrace.

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