Northern Light Bob Barker

a disproportionate amount of night is lost as we close doors and shut curtains take my arm, walk with me I'll never be this beautiful again nothing will this moment when the light falls is stolen from elsewhere sounds are far away every window glossed over as we are outside not within any more there are signs the sky is glass I just know I was shaken up opened my eyes as it all still swirled you need that to make things out once it settles I'll fill in the blanks confusion compounding because imagined sections throw you off the light won't fall anymore we'll go through doors to other places so many identical doors that don't lead me to me or you to me the outside will get forgotten it was/is hazy dream like