City Breath
dead of night: a town cloaked in sensual velvet
a soft whisper of wind rustles up the debris of a season fading and
sweeps over the unruly waste of mass-produced instant gratification
eternity tainted by perpetual twilight
a man walks by: his gait is fluid and his mime, inaccessible
he prowls on phantom menaces,
lurking from behind any street corner
his thirst for wild endeavours matches their hunger
for blood and loot as per dialectic chemistry
muffled sounds wave in from distant highways
the neighbourhood, though, hears only his solemn
military pace - a metallic cadence grinding
rain-washed pavements
vapid opinions stopped death,
sensations purged
he shears across a mileage of blighted patina -
footman to his stream of consciousness.
a soft whisper of wind rustles up the debris of a season fading and
sweeps over the unruly waste of mass-produced instant gratification
eternity tainted by perpetual twilight
a man walks by: his gait is fluid and his mime, inaccessible
he prowls on phantom menaces,
lurking from behind any street corner
his thirst for wild endeavours matches their hunger
for blood and loot as per dialectic chemistry
muffled sounds wave in from distant highways
the neighbourhood, though, hears only his solemn
military pace - a metallic cadence grinding
rain-washed pavements
vapid opinions stopped death,
sensations purged
he shears across a mileage of blighted patina -
footman to his stream of consciousness.
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