hour 12

write a poem that feels like a dream 

flashing blue lights don’t make my pulse pick up

or my shoulders tighten 

or the possibility of my life 

flicker in and out 

 

flashing blue lights are just that: 

alternating hues of brightness

a color between green and indigo 

electromagnetic waves bouncing off retinas

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