sometimes reversed... depending
wailing walls and local jails
month over month
a candle burns on windowsills
farmers gamble with crops
death to the future of mankind,
internally we fight for the
rights of the unfortunate who
lost their dignity while
fishing for hope...
faith stands on the corner
under a streetlight
like a nigh walking prostitute
selling tickets for the show,
brownstones stand like sentinels
on both sides like a tunnel
warning of future growth...
tears of fears on faces of children
falling water with grace
sealing our overdue fantasies.
October 17, 2025
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