Day Four:
We're up
all night -
minds churning
somewhere
outside our heads -
like the city
that never sleeps
To it,
what good
is a sunrise?
What good
is the spotlight
on our blemishes?
What good
is high definition
for the self-confidence
of an uncivilized world?
And yet,
how better to know
so many versions
of the truth?
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Incubus, Just A Phase
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