the third story floor
the flickering light
fingers outstretched and shaking
and a body as marble

eyes as silent alarms awake
and with the certainty of wolves
glide towards the window

I am outside
listening through the wind
and watching

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drifting farther and farther through the city
under blackened skies
on and on 
we pass the grey streets with the white houses

in the car, in the backseat
I stare at the lights going by
one by one
on and on
the grey streets with the white houses


far from the streets
far from the houses
I'll call you and say nothing
voice under radio noise
staring at blue screens
and static