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This Kingdom without DawnTo Paul Grillo's previous piece

Broken Moons, Neon Echoes

Here in the surprising brightness
Day fades away
Becomes a drifter
And runs off to the woods

Nightbirds fly over the walls of Paradise
Bent on mischief
Marked for slaughter
Swayed and swindled by the price of a prayer

Weary eyes scan the black marble skyline
And seek a place of refuge
With romance on the side
Golden mouths squeal at the sight of danger
Flushed white
Hungry for the innocent light and air

In the silent breeze of a blindfolded street
Some friendly bypassers hear miracle cures
Gathering ardor from the autumn leaves
And memorial minutes in clouds of witness
Like stray bits of shrapnel
Streaking the night

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