time for another layer
it’s colder
evenings have become nights
walks turn into mysteries
sounds or shadows
ready to pounce
or disappear into recesses
better forgotten
unfocus away
nightviews an intervention
electrified horizons
unroll blueprints of a thousand streets
under muffled obscurity
it’s colder
there are mysteries in margins
fog rolls
growing into something
unknowable
David Trudel © 2013
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