Night Sight

The streets are becoming illuminated in yellow light, as telegraph poles stretch afar,
As the skies become all threaded and tangled, stitched up like wired up gobs communicating all Blah de blah.
And homes in rows begin to yank curtains like shields and armoured tanks against oncoming nights,
I kept mine open to gaze on the light, that they missed that I now see with a wanting sight.

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