Pleasurable minds rewind and start over,
sideways light of semis swoop fire
flying off the rails.

Light pollution, distant solutions,
faded stars dim their own.

Out here we are no one.

Objects plunge forward toward abyss,
great and lonely, all the lovely
and the ugly people too.

A pale light and a perse light meet,
become a horizon in tandem.

Out here we are no one.

Freeloaders pound feet on floorboards,
jesters of night laugh at each other
and all the rest of it.

Overcast reality is subdued for now,
only later to reveal itself.

Out here we are no one.

-Nisi-