Silently and alone
From the shadows of a fifth floor window,
I watch as the New York night
Roars and flashes at me.
Its barbituate heat weighs upon me,
Paralysing me,
Deadening my thoughts
As I slip slowly in and out of relative space.
I lose my grasp, and as I fall
My last glimpse is of the candle on the sill
Burning in homage
To something unknown.
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