When I saw you out there, folded in like I do when I'm sick.
Man I know just how it feels when all the words come out so dimly lit.
But lately it's been sunny.
Bowling strikes with all the bumpers up.
Stadium roofs have collapsed when all the lines I paint start to connect.
When I get home from work I start pulling on the blinds.
I like it just the same, a familiar brake light when I was on the road in the middle of the night.
I like it just the same, saviors burning through your sky.
I cannot explain how the pieces of this night pulled up out the drain and coalesce into the sight of everything I know swaying steady and in time.
I clap into my drink and for a moment I'm alright.
It's been running laps in my brain but I still chase it down the same.
In a moment of pure refrain a feeling has to reverberate.
It was like a car alarm in the night careening into the bedroom lights.
Now the angry neighbors peer through the blinds that I pulled tight.
Now I never have to explain the silent, solipsistic, inane self I make a point to keep inside behind these blinds that I pull tight.
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