When the street lights turn
When the street lights turn on
I feel like I hold so much power
seeing something when the rest of the world was fawn
blinking for what seemed like hours
gapes of inviting darkness
swallowing you after seconds of sublime light
Then the light floods through again
the words of those before me
guiding me through each space of ample darkness
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