On a city street...
Cloud shadows moving down the street, on their way downtown
following below are phantom faces, worries deepening their frowns.

Words fly skillfully through the air, on metal wings they flutter,
warbling melodies of mechanical music, calling to each other.

Taking in a million exhaled breaths, each holds nameless dangers,
for with each breathe I take I lose myself and find a stranger.

The subtle tang of erratic emotions scrapes roughly down my throat,
and the bittersweet salts of tangible dreams leave a sugar flavored coat.

Fading impressions of the busy people, as they hurry swiftly by,
Their imprints turn to violet petals and float up towards the sky.

As a statue still and cold, I watch the people go,
Wondering why they move so fast and I have to move so slow.
 
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