You could forget this part of the world
before the morning
This part when the coolness even in the dead of summer
reminds you that you are alone
For now anyway
You could forget, certainly,
that the lights and the height
and the traffic didn't come with the world
That this is it
And you rarely remember that you are still afraid
or that you long for sameness
that you will-away the early hours you had craved
that in spite of your speed...
you would devour comfort.