in this dark room bathed in smoke and smiles, the pimply asphalt looks like marble: glistening, cold. it swallows the stories we gleefully tell and won't remember tomorrow. i've broken a nail, and the exposed flesh has become raw and unavoidable. i stand and smile smartly, secretly and keenly aware of a part of my being that i generally just... take for granted.
in the other room, a reveller is bursting to flames on the bongos and the eager throng sings along to dusty favourites. i'm drinking it all in, blissed out and thinking about earlier this afternoon, walking along the lakeshore. the goddess of energy has been busy whipping up the atoms in a frenzy of fall. bright sharp colours. a cornucopia of primaries watched over by stern greys and benevolent blues. a crayola landscape lulling me, lulling me.
and soon winter will come, hush hush, to take me to dreams.
it's a nice night.
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