Sitting as the lights burst
The eery reflection
Bouncing on the water.
A control tower
Blazing in passion
To gain control
Launching its load
As the sky bursts
In hundreds of colors:
A sun where there is no sun
Lighting the shoreline
Then fading as if the day
Has come to the night
And as if night has died day has awoken again.
A vicious cycle
Of fire and night
Day and darkness
Living and dying and beating
Against the soundless ripples
Which creep along
To the shadowy shore.
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