A lighter side of candour.
Slowly time mounts
pressing them down.
Where do all the roads
(where can they) go?
Seen from darkness
rushing by.

Night watchers,
trickling, ebbs of worry gone.
Only in this time,
they’re paid any mind…
Then caught again as light
and leaves just time behind.

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