we caught a cab down from the mad and rushing market
at the bottom of the step baskets stacked on top of one another
reminded me of you
some old crates with pink trim made awkward checkered contrast
amidst a sea of sound and air
down the snake we flew and landed
in a vacant lot
sound was thin and ghosts were everywhere
childrens eyes went searching into me
...............................................i tried to breathe it in
i watched the wind try to soften the concrete
whispering softly in the cracks
the sun gleamed through thick clouds
and i
i
sat
in
disbelief
gloom's wicked daddy
slithered through the heart of air
and i stared him in his eyes (maybe theyll say i'm crazy)
you are not welcome here.
you are not welcome here anymore.
the mountains split and air disappeared
sounds cracked into echoes and faces
immediately and surrenderingly looked straight down
the battle has begun i whispered to my ghosts
as i
i
sat
in
disbelief.
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