Pieces of Night

This is that confused conscience
waking up in the middle of the night
and wondering what has happened.
The silent world
even the never-ending roll of tires on street
just outside the door
takes a break.
Looking from a wall of windows
from high enough
to consider myself physically above
even the people on the street
look confused.
Wandering back and forth
from sidewalk to road
searching for purpose
they had when they began.
Slowly they put
their collective backs to a lamppost
sliding down
and taking the rest of the night to
put themselves back together.


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