Remembering long forgotten lanes;
Reliving a lunatic past.
The streets are the same, and the soft summer breeze
Carries memories mean to last.
Drowning in darkness
The world falls
Muffled in black velvet and glittering stars
Barely visible in the electronic glow.
A doomed future
A prophesied apocalypse – human folly.
Time stands still.
Tires keep turning, street lamps flicker –
Logically light saving, energy efficient bulbs illuminate a chunk of pavement.
Lamps lit by stilt walkers whose long extended legs assist kerosene fire
While children and dogs find
The familiar oddities intriguing enough
To attempt a playful assault:
Swing around, run around
Will he fall over?
And the wooden poles move slowly – intentionally –
Still stands Time.
bump,bump – bump, bump
The earthquake safe structure
Headlights glaring –
And once again the darkness is held off,
These lights – imposing their fluorescent glow –
All meant to illuminate the world;
To ward off portents and fill the daily darkness with unnatural light.
These will now suffice
Until the Sun forgets to shine
and Time stands still.
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