Nostalgia
In the dark fields of summer - the heat escapes us
it crawls into the sky in tendrils of smoke - it creeps
Our heat is a suck - the roads hoard it like money
This isn't some theft - the universe gives no fucks
The day collapses - it shatters - it is our job
to find the pieces and to stick them together with gold
To hold this moment in our minds - perfect it
The pressure of our remembering will diamond it
until it is something that cannot ever have existed
An inner-earth ocean full of monsters
The darkness will not stay dark here - it will recede
it will become the light on the surface of a lake - your eye
It will also degenerate with time - it will never be a photograph
like the heat held in pavement - the night will leech it off
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