Murky aqua skies and city lights
stole my eyes tonight.
The snow all but glittered,
it was dull compared to
the stars I saw
when I let my head slip.
There were fireworks
when I was introduced
to consciousness.
By the time we got back
into town, I was blinded
by absinthe glossed lips
and exhausted from all the
sighs and sways and spins.
I slept in the basement,
started at the bottom
and waited to be born again.
It still hasn't happened.
Author notes
A new take on an old concept/poem.
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