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Open 24 Hrs by Katelyn Vance

The word of God

Is neon now—

It screams odious

Love to a silent

Collection of limbs

Beneath it.

Its iridescence

Falls in irradiated


It reaches the

Sedate, the wanderers of

Asphalt nightmares,

At last.

They can’t hear it

For the mumble of voices

So they shift to leave

By way of saturated,

Naked streets, steeped

In weariness.

The new God is

Neon—but all the same

Unheard; Its blushing lights

Looking to the morally

Abject; it finds

No one.