Tonight was full of pale questions

Sparkler trails

An acoustic strum

We lay on the bonnet of your car

Like they did in the eighties

And spoke to God

The heat of the engine

The chill of the night

The warmth of the memories

You had left the tape deck playing

The Kronos Quartet were on fine form

Endless symphonic epiphanies

You looked like a God...

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