The city slumbers
Beneath a glow of artificial light,
A fluorescent buzz and tick.
In the cold-dead night.
But I am a moth,
Awake and drawn to flames.
I dance with a devil,
Playing head games.
The city slumbers
Beneath unseen stars burning bright,
Which float in an endless space,
As on wings I take flight.
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