a clear october night, slow burn from the city skyline reflected in the blind windows, silt in the tinge as the stories descend, matt and kim setting up below the brownstone fire escape, extension cords and tumbled drums, light back and forth as the chinese lanterns turn on in their powerline overkill, concrete pylons tumble under the toll roads that run down the block, lawnmowers in the distance as the sisters from 4-e take scissors to each others hair, pinning fabric to each others t-shirts, the final remains of the day placing bruise purple and royal blue medals to it's heart, exhaust fumes and hairspray residue are all a waste of my tears when she isn't here, no i can't see in the dark anymore, i use street lamps like sign posts, the neighborhood goes quiet except for the birds in the tree branches, four or five cars pull up and open their doors, all these friends i have, all the messages sent, her absence means the most as the mics go live and "lightspeed" comes in...
Matt & Kim Lightspeed by Xerek
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