It’s high time
to escape stagnant cityscapes
concrete ambition
an upheaval of fruitful radiance
so the last facade
descends through crocodile tears
I dozed off for a moment
the crowds closed in
impermanent comfort
illusive dreamcatchers collecting each vision
with melodic impulsive
where I run off into the crescent moon
to die all alone
but the ballad of social remedy
can’t chase every lost cause
in the middle of an ice storm
there’s a tentative staircase into oblivion
and these feet mount it each time
as the fireplace crackles on
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