Stars seemingly visible in the sky
So dark by late afternoon
Armed with a script for tranquilizers
On frequences of chaos and squalor
A storm was imminent
Scenes of a dream drama
Shivering in the stillness
Upon a row of curbside trees
Sensitive to a certain kind of portentous mood
Were the little leaves
A whole galaxy of constellations
Contributing their light
Like eyes, shining in the white darkness
Frozen in endless infinity
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