Late August advances to a close
The heat-warped avenues of the summer mind
Find their way to calm
After working, racing, chasing
So hard, so fast, so focused
That your soul is burnt, and dirty
And what was the hot, humid air of August
What was pure in the deep blue twilight
What felt like the saturation of your existence
With a weight like a meaning
Drove you mad to exhaustion
Dancing on the new city rooftops
Like a lost angel
And collapsing in a heap
When the spirit left you
Sensing the walls at your rim
Let some other angel take a sip
Forcing your eyes to close
There is no skyhook in the deepest of your listless reaches
Calcified
Your tangy thoughts, your sharp nerves
They turn to stone now rest
In your farthest of places from an angular world