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daydreams casted on a wall
like shadow-bred motifs
so if
these are troubled times,
they bring along a violet mist —
but if the streets are stumbling,
then every door is a vessel.
so go in,
flare the night alight with faces,
we can pocket the day before
out of love for shutdown places.
like some kids that never met,
half a
dozen drags of a cigarette
handed out in due pleasure,
from smoke to soul teachings
we saturate for good measure.
unbowed, sure,
but lost in a dance of embers
_
like a blue flame in the wind.

a mad king (January 2023, self-taken)