September 14, 2008


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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