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Night Vision

Photo by Biel Morro on Unsplash
The snag of another 
fermented hour in
a rain-diluted night
that I have invented
without any real necessity
It wasn’t today or my
father’s lost sideshow
I tried to find in the
breaths between steps
But ticking was out of
time and uncontrolled
cadence crescendoed
without conscience as if
the rain had forgotten
grace and fell only as
a fault of the eyes
Tom Formaro
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Tom Formaro is a writer, drummer, and dad. His fiction has appeared in Spoilage, Akkadian, and SoMa Literary Review. His poetry has appeared in in Janus Head, e·ratio, Otoliths, Indefinite Space, Utriculi, dadakuku, M58, and Exacting Clam. He has also published a novel, The Broken Heart Diet, and a children's story (co-authored with his wife, Rachel Formaro), Alfonso the Christmas Pumpkin. You can find him online at http://www.tformaro.com.

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