And those tiniest sparks
of the twilight...photonised the dark...
Permeating my bones...through my skin
like a perfect xray machine...
cast a copy on the plate
of my chemical fate...

then after the setting of the sun
faces of the streets when by yellow filaments burn
I again stop under the light
not sun like bright
but still it is another form of dawn
another life after death perhaps again born...


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