where you stop
is as far as you go
but for destinations
the city
cares no more
seeking home
a stream of consciousness
unglued from
the commonality
is the spade
that unearths
embalmed ideas
from the necropolis
of the mind
rancid love,
beloveds confined
body and mind
the effervescence of youth
remains consumed in
the greater concoction of collective hope
how far away was home
caught in a storm
unbeknown
You jump, you climb
Hop, skip and push at the assembly line
Stay true to the state, for the truth is sublime.
to become a cacophony
of blurting excesses
from nothing
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