these radiating, seemingly
endless rows of dust-choked porticoes
in the bustling Roman forum.
Receding to the vanishing point:
sun-drenched streets,
Ways to, hours for due mythology;
busy temples; gleaming marble columns;
massive, stone arches rising through
the wafting dust, through climbing, curling
shafts of dark, fragrant incense;
a general push and shove;
all the chaos and clamor
that any self-respecting business man
could ever hope...
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