City lights cast a yellow hue

Skyscrapers and shacks 

And long, long forever roads. 

A little dust on the glass window, 

Reflections denser, imperceptibly, 

Irrelevant. 

Scattered memories

Of quiet dreams that blur together

A little sweat on my palm

Caressing images cased in cold glass 

Of people’s lives rushing, rushing, 

Separate, but overlapping.

Blurring. 

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