
The water shines with milky iridescence
Houses snuggle under their foggy blanket
The world shrinks
And nobody thinks
That this is a night worth noticing
Streetlamps signal orange beams
Cutting through the white air
The world bursting at its seams
Will no-one stop and stare?
Laughter from here and there
Impossible to tell from where
Black figures against the night
And the infinite orange
Too absorbed in their chemicals
To care for the light
Alone on a cold metal bench
Sparing a glance for the pearl ripples
Sits another focused inward
An emotional cripple
But not beyond it is the beauty
Within and without reach
And for all its torment, it knows well
That night offers pleasures unbeknown
to those who laugh and screech
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