Fireworks seen from the air
Small on the horizon and when you get there
Already extinguished except for the smoke
Hanging in the air
A shadow on waking that fades in the light
Slipping from memory - strands of spaghetti
Flee away down the plughole of night
A taste in the mouth
A scent on the air hardly there
A shadow dispelled by the sun
That I'll not think again upon
Till daylight is done
Till daylight is done
And in darkness again I go there
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