Painted shades of blue

In the night’s small hours

By televisized dreams

And sleepless chatter

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Floating in the static

To hands outstretched

Into the solitude’s depth

Through their circling phantoms

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The same dreams flare

From their own quiet barges

Separated and shaped

By the night’s wide shadows

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Their bloodshot eyes

Are masked in blue

As the world’s colors blur

And they spiral through time