Under a tranquil sky
You see them crouching in the night.
Under bridges and park benches,
Basements and bomb shelters,
All in their place,
Transcending time and space
As the clock explodes.
The junkie stuck with a fix,
The guitarist equipped with
Strings and a pic,
Fingering each as it weeps
The requiem of yesterday.
The lights go out,
The sea is still,
The world erupts, aflame.
They breathe again.
The electric buzz of the Earth falls silent
And only the hum of flies and violence reigns,
The chaos retained by wondering eyes
Aimed once more at the profound cosmos,
Graced with life and wonder
And burdened with it's struggle.
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