Small Fires In the Metropolis
The clock moves
in one direction
as we search the canyons of our metropolis
All the dawns
we have known
have vanished
into
dark black nights
We believe that light will
filter in later on
We're hoping that it will,
praying that it will
To continue our
search we need the light
of sunbeams so
our tired eyes can
find the solace we
are seeking
here in the midst
of the asphalt homeland
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