room after room of such waiting

We are bothered by crowds, choked with the wings of our angels,

standing on the sidewalks, wobbling through alleyways- coughing
;

Projected on the streets like stars


All those lovers in the foreplay of morning


If time reversed, sunsets would sunrise & sunrise would set,

& we’d wake up so tired, we’d fall asleep full of rest-But still there’d be dark, there’d be light. Thunder, then lightning.

& room after room of such waiting..