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Tomorrow is nowhere, torn across the Perseid night in a blind cascade of lost-frame starfall.Tomorrow is nowhere, a mantra of spools unwound and floundered reels whose trailsSpread a constellation across the abyssal anamnesis of loss - Memory veils long-shorn of horizon in the mourning.Tomorrow is nowhere.

Tomorrow is nowhere, torn across the Perseid night in a blind cascade of lost-frame starfall.Tomorrow is nowhere, a mantra of spools unwound and floundered reels whose trailsSpread a constellation across the abyssal anamnesis of loss - Memory veils long-shorn of horizon in the mourning.Tomorrow is nowhere.

    Dusk over a jagged skyline; structures of steel, glass, and concrete punch their way to the stars, dominating the lost horizon. Their windows reflect the dying rays like so many lighthouses, their beacons aflame against the night. The skies, torn with ragged strips of cloud, pale from a hazy, smothering grey to ever-darkening shades of brown; deepening shadows that are punctuated and emphasised by legions of electric street lamps, flaring into life for the evening ahead. Every ignition brings forth another erratically-flickering globe of green-tinted, sulphurous light that emanates a sickly glow, each a dying firefly in the heaving lan...

Tick.        Tick.                Tick.                        Tick- Tired eyes, an             aching w(hole)             in this relapseEbb and wane,             bowed before             a broken altarCounting hours,             these days that             fall                   A (nd I've always)                          W (ondered)                                A (bout)                                   Y (ou)                   So IWait for redemption in                    cold diffidence;A word, to break through                    my insignificance;This need to feel something,                    feel anything:Feel there's some kind o...