Neon lights and slinking purple skies squeeze out soft regrets
from all our lies, as I greet another door that opens in to that
place where we repeatedly begin. Another urban wasteland
thick with fears. Icy lights that shine like frozen television
tears. Oh dying embers of another day, please tell me what it
is I want to say: I'm tangled up in try. Slipping on "I wonder
why..." I face affection not embrace affectionate embrace.