Lights in ever-blooming, deep,
This city never truly sleeps at all.
Oh, to find a place, where space
still opens out into the stars and galaxies.
Where vastness becomes image,
even as we take it into us,
within these ever-altering eyes,
that change with each experience.
Distance is suspended then,
as night descends without an altercation
into all the places that we seldom
choose to feel - too close, too real.
Pain, at first enhanced, but
its dissipation into ancient deities,
as stardust bleeds another tear
from eye to cheek.
Ah, the feel of peaceful night
? Michaelette ?
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