I should go to sleep, but haven't been able to.

taller skies, summer-ness, a lack of restraint and boundaries, safety nets existing but transparent. dopplered car vibrations descend in pitch and street number. here we will have these visions of summer: people having left, leaving, in limbo. humid warmth exuding humanity and people and sincerity, while at the same time summer darkness speaks of a lack of contact, intermittent conversations, errant syllables carrying far above the sidewalk.

good night.