Nacht

I don’t have time for this
Foggy beat
While the lucid feet of my heart’s rhythm bump

I mitten my hands
Flat, matte street
These pulsed moonbeats blink in windows as I pass them

I risk the padded sounds
Exposed toes
The rails carve rows through the midnight avenues

The dance goes long
Apex song
I wish I belonged here below the rosebud moon