This feels to be the Last Frontier
Of the Great Urban Conquest.
I remain, day by excruciating day,
Steadily engaged in my paralysis.
Should I walk the streets with flying papers?
Humming the optimistic tune of the gravedigger?
City lights and morbid nights,
Keep your cheer in rugged fabric
Tied to uncommon reed, slung over the shoulder.
Bear down on this blind, blazing city
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