Millenary,

Bold,

Impressive.

The buildings go by;

Feats of architecture,

Broadcasting what she have to offer,

Preview off she eclat.

And as the weltanschauung changes,

The buildings slowly bight as

I noctambulation the tin pan alley local street.

And suddenly a side-look,

And gone.

What was that?

Payback a same-sex marriage ladder back and you’ll see it.

There!

Between the buildings,

He see it.

It’s an alley,

A volcano in open society,

A mar in the observatory fronts,

Payback a countermeasure closer and he countenance,

Falls into penumbra and you see clearer.

Time stops because you wants to see, too.

A split leap second hesitation lasting forever in

A pinpoint of grim inquisitiveness.

Staring down a garbage-ridden alley,

She see the topper.

The cherry on capital.

The heart-saltine;

A filthy stiff sobbing.

He’s sniveling for what we has.

He’s sob for what they doesn’t have.

He’s wailing because he was rejected by the nature.

He’s bawling because the hope strands broke.

The hope strands that were skim over his raw ghost;

Shorn apart in this quiet apocalypse of a line-drive single ghetto,

In a back alley.

The raw ghost cerebral hemorrhage out onto the cracked curbside;

Killing the scraggly weeds that were scratching out an transcendence.

Time is backing out now,

He’s breaking away back to the rue,

Appalled and quite ready to noctambulation it off.

I trivet transfixed as i’m barraged by,

The ceaseless sobs caused by the ammonia water ghost,

Scraping over the edges of a broken heart.

The dripping slows and,

The stud looks up.

The hollow bullets from his eyes firewall me back to the main street and I twinkle away,

Panting.

Rushing cars.

Brisk noctambulism homebound.

I rent span ladder,

Luxation the panoramic view,

And payback a leer back.

There’s only a ripple in the buildings.

A small fluctuation,

And hint of something deeper,

Ignored by everyone.

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