Golden Hour

He blinks hard like he’s Overwhelmed by the world,

Right side up then inverted 

Tumbling darkly through his optic nerve

And exploding blindingly

Onto the folds of his brain. 
Hand waving physics and

a bubble of relaxed masculinity

Sprawling over red blanketed 

College mattresses,

Doused with years of 

God knows what. 

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