7.

There is this silence
short after midnight
hanging in the ink
out there.
There are no cars. No stars.
No popes (haha). Time stops.
There is this silence
spreading the ice.
No teachers and
no one to be taught.
On the pavements no cats.
In fact
there are no pavements nor cats at all.
It's dark
and soft and heavy of...
There is this silence
right after midnight.
Let's go out.
Burn bridges.
Close the door.