weak coffee

the wind whistles
through
the cracked pane
diesel fumes
and distorted sirens
growing ever closer
the engines rumble
vibrating through
the agonies
in calicified thought
as the flames
dance along sunbeams
there is a hesitancy
in the skies
a sense of
senselessness
streaming
from the vacant
adoration
in the unblinking orb.

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