Streets

In silent neon of the street,
The dusty air of winter heat,
Redundant thoughts to either or -
Another line is washed ashore

A vacant buzz to fading fame
Some reconciled reluctant blame

Then drizzle and a star.
Again, you went to far.

Rewind.
Retry.
Redo.
Rely.

Release the blade and learn to fly.

A star. Arcane.

Rewind once more.

Take out the blade and wash ashore,
In silent neon of the street.
Consume the air. Absorb the heat.

Look now.