I love to leave my blinds open at night

to watch the world wash into a window of black

until I turn all internal lights off

and wonder why I couldn’t see the rich blue before

 

to watch the world wash into a window of black

and the streetlights burn increasingly garish

and wonder why I couldn’t see the rich blue before

when I was searching in the blackness

 

and the streetlights burn increasingly garish

jealous of the stars I search for past their burning

when I was searching in the blackness

as lights search behind closed eyelids

 

jealous of the stars I search for past their burning

lights bleeding into each window of life

as lights search behind closed eyelids

and I wish I were washed away in a window of black

 

lights bleeding into each window of life

when internal lights turn off in privacy lies

and I wish I were washed away in a window of black

I love to leave my blinds open at night

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