I’m apart from, and a part of, the rain,
and the echo that becomes the refrain,
the noir neon light, the rainy late night,
a darksome skull, its deep dreams gleaming bright
until the morning when that windowpane
should gloss over and the contrast should wane
in the new day’s dawn, shadows taking flight
from that electric district of the brain.

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