Night Junk
Constant stream of light
flowing toward uncertain unEnd
dreams filter from darkness
a hypnotic collage of chemical landscapes
the collective memories of the unborn
exist in invisible connective tissue
like lightning in a snowstorm
A fine coating of imagination
covers the ground, schizophrenic litter
Madmen stalk the streets
behind a camouflage of norms
You know one
We all know one
We all know all
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