Ziggurat

I’ll be your pillow,
I’ll be your bed,
Hours will billow
Between blue and red.

This traffic light soul,
Dark tricolour blinking,
In the road blew a hole,
Sudden and sinking.

I am snowfalling foresight
To blanket your dead,
We sleep under moonlight
On ziggurat steps.

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