as I turn off the light
the sun rises in the east
and there is no place to escape
time chases me in my sleep
forcing me into places I would
never dare enter otherwise
the sun dangling over my shoulder
I’m reminded I could be facing
something much worse
than my own shadow
the city streets are cold tonight
interminable winds whistling
past streetlights that never dim
october two thousand sixteen
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Great poem
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