of the winter garden they would know nothing

Monday, February 04, 2008

The furthest City Light

A large bug flew past his ear and collided, recoiled, re-collided with the stinging blue street light above the intersection. Jeremy was drunk for the first time in weeks and flicked his ear and shook himself free of the imaginary bugs that remained with him. Nothing spoke in the blooming artificial simmer around him. No footsteps feel. He had out walked them all. Still the lights remained. Each city perimeter spilled into another. The next as empty as the last. Hours no longer mattered. He listened to himself think.

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