And the trepidatious nights
I was thinking ‘rapacious’
The way they eat the lights
And through the obsessive afternoons
Even onto the twilight hush
Of all that happens in a hurry
Driving off into the darkness
Into the noise of silence
It seems like static at first
It feels like abandonment
Like a soft rain just starting
To flex its limbs
A mockingbird calling to you
From the middle of your life
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