Convergence smears
the horizon line to a mist,
skyscrapers dissolved
into crumbled obelisks.
The moon frowns down,
its left side gone,
well aware of its nearness
to the approaching dawn.
Today will be hot
and bursting with steam,
and at noon, this moment
will seem like a dream,
Brilliant and vivid
while eyelids are draped,
then a longed-for fantasy
that quickly escapes.
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