in that
grabbed place,  maybe fading—
that is,  a night with superconductors, conducting a
grabbed
orchestra of stillness:  time semifrozen
without a
place, with
flashes of memory, tho’ ... so that, 
maybe if you
differentiated the lights, or some
fading,  some 
growing, so
that,  
crisp, here   in the
morning...
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