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Description
I.
There is a place far above cities, where the air is grey and yellow Van Gogh pinpricks, and cities become topographies of starlight. We are on a cliff looking down at the stars, at the haze rolling over them, and I realize: like you, the sun never really goes away.

II.
At night the city becomes a canvas for things unheard. Powerlines buzz like crickets, vents pour haze, cars coalesce into static oceans of coming and going, and somewhere in the distance a man laughs. But the beautiful thing is that it's all so empty, as if everyone has left, as if the whole world has died, and there are only a few survivors, stray static, and me.

III.
I don't want to let you hold me closer, but I do, because it's all I can do, isn't it?

IV.
I wondered today if I was merely an echo. People looked at me as if I was. The look people give to things they know shouldn't be there, something that's right in front of them but not quite right, a peripheral hallucination, or a name heard called from around the corner of a sharp hallway.

Or maybe something
they just can't understand.

Description
I.
There is a place far above cities, where the air is grey and yellow Van Gogh pinpricks, and cities become topographies of starlight. We are on a cliff looking down at the stars, at the haze rolling over them, and I realize: like you, the sun never really goes away.

II.
At night the city becomes a canvas for things unheard. Powerlines buzz like crickets, vents pour haze, cars coalesce into static oceans of coming and going, and somewhere in the distance a man laughs. But the beautiful thing is that it's all so empty, as if everyone has left, as if the whole world has died, and there are only a few survivors, stray static, and me.

III.
I don't want to let you hold me closer, but I do, because it's all I can do, isn't it?

IV.
I wondered today if I was merely an echo. People looked at me as if I was. The look people give to things they know shouldn't be there, something that's right in front of them but not quite right, a peripheral hallucination, or a name heard called from around the corner of a sharp hallway.

Or maybe something
they just can't understand.