Shades of indigo on black
overlapping in squares and diamonds
spread the color of night into the city.
Outside the parabolas of street lamp halos
intersecting arcs of light with angled jagged edges
tear at the fabric of the dark.
Concrete roofs in endless lines
trace sine curves over once forested hills
sheltering cast-aways on paths of broken glass.
Sharp spikes in stairwells and alleyways
find their way through layers of tattered confusion
quieting the voices of limbic demons,
nodding by street-corner signs,
time held still as minutes and hours pass,
night falling into aching need.
Sadness at its core is empathy,
the currency exchanged for meaning
amidst the suffering.