overhangs the sleeping city
while every experience I lived
parades under it
as if Richard Brautigan
had lifted a spirit pen in the aether
and wrote a short story called
"The Red Smoking Sky
Overhangs the Sleeping City"
about some guy sitting in his window
thinking about his life
while watching the night happen
and having no particular feeling about it
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