white glare of the tractor trailer left back
of the parking lot half a mile wide and down the street.
cut through cold and ice, and wind blows. windows
shudder and click the still, latent simulacrum. hum
and crack the floor with your footstep
it's dark and the clouds cover everything below
and above heaven. the glass huts that stand
stranded on the streets and left like leaves between
the sidewalk and the road
behind.
of the parking lot half a mile wide and down the street.
cut through cold and ice, and wind blows. windows
shudder and click the still, latent simulacrum. hum
and crack the floor with your footstep
it's dark and the clouds cover everything below
and above heaven. the glass huts that stand
stranded on the streets and left like leaves between
the sidewalk and the road
behind.
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