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In dusk I stir and open parched eyes to lavish turns and guardians of the falling sky. Thursday nights I meditate on Tennessee whiskey and bad rap music. Juveniles cruise by reckless and swollen. Smoking in their own escape. Polluting the air with Febreez. They have been me, I say. I do not wear sunglasses during the night because I find it pretentious. I wear sunglasses when I sleep. To distance myself further. I am aware. I am running from real time to the graces of elaborate time. When knowledge stops. I see the moon slide and drip and I see my clock move and I see chaos. There is no reason to this. All of this. I push it all away. If you encourage me. In the pause. We’re gonna get raked and go touch each other. Behind her eyes she grabbed me. And everything is brought to rights by the left. Happen. This way