rests beyond obscure intrusions
into the physical psyche
those moments
that can't be staring you
in the eyes
and yet they are just
beyond the surface
of the mirror's glass
when days are done
when heat wanes
when light succumbs to
the black abyss
just beyond the blue heavens
the dimmer glow
radiates in near infinite numbers
held within the past
in memories that
fall from trees in evening breeze
and rest in faded
sepia tone casks
just beyond their glory hues
the dimmer glow grasps
onto desperate waves
in aging brains
in burning rains
that catch street lights
in their paths
and hold the dimmer glow
in their clouds
just beyond the ceiling
of cityscapes
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