The blue and orange glow of the fluorescent and incandescent lights of the city below,
Dot the ground in patterns like a Lightbright from my childhood.
I feel like the world is trying to tell me something in these patterns.
Like piles of gold, yellow, and blue glitter thrown onto the floor.
Their positions against the black,
The intensity of their shine,
Something to be read.
Like tea leaves stuck in the bottom of my cup.
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