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Little twinkles of
Yellow and red
Illuminate the horizons
Beyond the trains
Which chug into
The station
Following each other
Almost out of habit
And having known
No other parallels

The white shining down
On my eyes
Feels hazy
Blurry
And pale in comparison
With the light
Reflecting off the orb

I feel one
Singular.
After a lifetime

Will the night
Be disrupted
Interrupted
Greeted almost
With demons
Crying out
Uncaged?

The impatience
Is almost palpable
While we wait for
Our train
Our ride
Home.