wet whitewashed walls
a spatter of pockmarked red
iridescent shining against the bland
brown bricks of the city
screaming obscenities
a young Philip Glass
lifting light upon the bland
pacified people of the city
the ticking of a wristwatch
a useless generation
glaring bright faulty activism in the bland
streets of the city
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