Everything the Stranger Saw

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Wide awake nights

Simmer in the sweltering heat.

Dusty dreams sweat out their colors

And rise in a sultry mirage,

Which shows an unknown splendor to unbecoming thoughts

A strange silhouette

Enters silently through the curtains.

The warmth struggles to sink in,

Its presence not welcomed,

But it persists.

The darkness erupts

To uncover yet more unfazed darkness.

Breathing through the senses that should have been asleep,

The mantra breaks between the blinking

And resurrects to unravel secrets of the night - Stories carried by the warm air

From distant lands all tied, now, in a bond of darkness.

Secrets,

Which now swirl with the smoke of the cigarette

That refuses to die,

Like the traveler,

Who, lost on the path of an ostensible reverie,

Knows that braving the tumultuous tempest will only give way to searing doldrums

But still, moves forward

On her implacable journey

Towards the end.

The fading light bulb, in front of the door across the street, winks.

A signal, perhaps.

The disenchanting night yawns

And trembles on.