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The city streets always bring be back to reality
Away from popularity contests and tales of poetic achievement

Away from the emotional tides
That ebb and flow like salt water taffy
Upon a desert of famished tastes and moods

These streets are abundant with mystery

They gesture to me down avenues
Where both madness and reason
Parade themselves upon secret places

And bring to me a strange oasis
Centering itself upon my wandering thoughts
And twisting me into the core of its action

Exciting me with its overburdening movement
To the point where I feel like a knotty ideal

Oh how these streets celebrate life’s illusions and realities
Forcing me to cerebrate and speculate and coagulate
The stream of my motion
Upon the synapses of this planet’s coition
And across a vast universe of manipulated conceptions

But that’s why I love these streets
They put things into perspective

They glow onto neon windows
And upon darkened corners
Where nighttime explorers
Gather and integrate daily know-how
And recite holy propaganda
From frayed newspapers
Scattered by winds
Resurrected through corridors of steel and stone

Such a disparity
Such a revelatory anomaly

To be bound to both innocence and culpability

Complying to a fragmented microcosm
Of a downward elevator that is always rising to the occasion

The streets are pulling me in
Like a magnet
That attracts and repels me
Into the macrocosm of inspired frivolity

Where nowhere can be somewhere
And where tattered streets become the heaven
I walk away from
With my eyes on top my head





*Noesis - a transcendent idea that only reason beyond experience can conceive ...