day glow colors flash
through the night,
sounds of military
down streets walk,
buildings shake as
ground quakes rumble,
fears replace tears
keeping us from slumber,
light reflected in mirrors
shine in our eyes,
blinding our sight
beneficial in hindsight,
not while enduring...
moments become minutes
minutes become hours
hours become days,
living inside a purple haze,
greeters down the bombed-
out streets, walk freely,
announcing their claims
in foreign languages,
behind the walls we wait
light speckles our faces
traumatized and mesmerized
by the fallout of bodies
now seen in the warm sun.
August 27, 2025
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