Midnight at La Belle Aurore


Arrive at night. You'll find succor in this fluorescent room,

my city. View its miniatured decor from a high terrace

necklaced to the eighteenth floor: you'll see below how

furnished avenues, neon corridors, confine the lurching darkness

to one lampless park. Empty moors and frozen grass

lie far beyond this bright pavillion's door; here, the lampless

sea depths meet our human, wide, full-candled shore; here,

the incandescent landscape has no curfew.

All these cities, luminous, implore anew: relight

the unpartitioned sky tonight. Compell the warring, blind, inhuman

fears to cower and retreat again beyond La Belle Aurore.

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