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Beautiful Midday Darkness
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sweet november Beautiful midday darkness
My city; an envelope closing,
Licked, sealed shut.
Midday darkness
Riot weather
Screeches, the rain,
That tinny sound.
The low grumble
Of those emotionally moved
By the quickening pace of the clouds
And the wind they bring.
Gray skies
Cold feet
The mental effect on an outsider
The joy expressed by the night-timer
Two feelings conflicting
In the air.
A funnel cloud
The tension felt.
The empty stomach
Full from boredom,
And beautiful midday darkness.
Then when you leave to feel it firsthand
You see the leaves,
And taste the air,
You hear the rain,
And smell the sweat
Of a thousand people
Just like you who feel the same the same the same.
And it's beautiful midday darkness
That creates this beautiful pain.
