waking up entire neighborhood
pretending new moon
shines upon streets of singapore
I am reminded
of candles in window
flashing lights scream across
inner city streets
red and blue and white hot
giving chase inside
some long forgotten dream
bursting open barriers
words make inner sounds
slowly raising my consciousness
at two twenty-two in the morning
unopposed to where I landed
I play out my part in the dark
arms raised
and mouth wide open
cornered in some well-lit alley
january two thousand eighteen
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This is amazing. I’ve read it several times.
This time reference delights me: “two twenty-two”
Thank you very much, Shawna.