above the limitless noise from every which side
blows the bubbling flow of stinging autumn air
that bites the nostrils, ruffles nosehairs with sharp take of breath
on this, the morning-like, of otherwise frigid nights.
the moon is dreamt with such volume and glow, it
with spiteful hint betrays the sun's absence and
rhymes with the nihilistic sky.
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