Civilization

Occasionally, I sit in the darkness of the night
and look outside the floor-to-ceiling window
as the rest of the city houses go to sleep,
one by one.

In those moments of silence,
I begin to untangle the fairy lights of my mind.

I try.

And when the last house has shut its lights,
I notice my mind has
become a city of its own.

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