The bright yellow glow of a city at night
sitting up
like a luminous, artificial cloud
hovering—
its noise
drifting off to a place no one knows,
or can name
'cause it can't be placed
or have a finger put down upon it—
but still it's there
the city
glowing
and still it's gonna dance—
yet somehow
there's no explaining
why it draws us in
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