Night Walking

car lights
reflected on my bedroom walls
street lights
burning holes
in ‎the moonlit skein of night
intruding
colliding
splitting consciousness into troubled spectrums

I move through walls and rooftops into
starlight-shimmered suburban continents
my long black coat casting longer shadows
under a yellow sodium haze
collecting
converting
the dreams of city sleepers
into songs for my midnight muse

Patrik Gryst

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