Friday morning, in stare of silence
Loud quietness deafening magnitude
Embers burning, loss rememberance
Solitary touches begging solitude
Train ride, all alone within my cares
Swatches, splashes and blobs of red
are all I could see in blurred stares
Lanterns illuminating where I'll head
Rushes of old swept for the new
Empty asphalt cracked barren tar
Fireworks clapping as they often do
Sparks land on a forgotten old scar
Friday at midnight missives unfound
Solitude embracing in comfort unwanted
Friday midnight hushed silence around
Into the darkness is where I'm headed
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