empirical aim

calling the unwished
stars hanging out
on a relic of days
when a quarter bought you something
& we didn’t know who was on
the other end

startled by the presence
of another from the corner of the eye
huddling around the solitary confinement
I’m curious to know how long
it’s been since last Tuesday

(that last one that mattered)

that lingering moment held in suspense

tied to the light suspended

active when the sky sleeps

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