A Demon In My View
Having my own Georgetown street; while walking within it's sunrise's
Shade somewhat quiet today this Memorial weekend: a slight cool breeze
Wisking us away as passing Victorian's once upon a time's houses and etched
Deeply amid his concrete the year nineteen sixty-eight: her time of change Attica where
There seems no escape sipping upon another glass this dust wispering whirlwinds ?
Ushering in life's truth it's image these bars vertical; walls their shadows she screams: crude
Hewn caves love's sepulchres; cultured stones chimes the childrens mirrors marble, roses; sleep....
Take rest from such taunting breath these drops as red his sliver sheds: peering eyes her blades reprise.
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