peace in the neon

dublin

 

dublin, i can see your stars
like pinpricks
the way they’d puncture skin
flashes in a vast torpor
and they sing like wakened senses sang
you all sing the way my senses sang
light amongst darkened cloud
heat in a cold, cold sky
you beautiful embers
you fiery souls
each a reminder
a weighty whisper
of the significance
of insignificance