Night settles a hand over the asphalt, its nose upturned
Later, riffs above and beside patches of moist grass
So much artifice: the almost-matching mirrored stars;
buzzing suns-silence
Affected, adjunct and bluish hues blinking for window watchers
And, up through a mesh of towering light, insulating pitch holds
Beside somnolent little lies.
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