When I get low

I like to watch the lights

those lost ones

that litter the streets

of ghost towns

on restless nights just like this one

 

twisting and bending

through naked branches

and orphaned windows made of fog

giving their best impression

of what beauty might look like

 

so free I can’t believe it

every time I see it

my soul gets a little less dim

I guess that’s where they hide the fire

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