i have escaped, the last man alive
the sky gently obscures the stars
with a blanket of ice
the wind calls in a surf, a ghost, a phantom sea of leaves and grass
trees, bottom-lit by the cold lamps
terrifying and silently hushing,
"the night is endless... the night is endless..."
as green is extinguished by blushing wind
ushered out by waves, ceaselessly crashing
on deserted streets
and the night is endless,
the night is endless
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