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all that lies ahead
of me
is the color of twilight
the color of nothing at
out in the sky
deep in the middle of nowhere
i see
a red light flashing
signals of you
and i am neither here
nor there
trapped on the horizon
a transparent bruise
not rising
not setting
just fading into
settling in the space
between the night
and the faint glow
of where the sun
used to be.