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shadows in time
hung like
deserted sheer
over decades
ripped with moth eaten holes
and wind blowing through
thick green
making arches to nowhere
perticular
only a vision
I walked barefeet as
normally i do
over concrete and brickroads
it helps i suppose to feel the thickness
their is a rich-ness here
of color
of a warmth
that surpass
all of the surrounding areas
and i am drawn to it
as if my description hasn't explained why....
for i know in one lifetime or another
i will walk up this way and
disappear

massive landscapes
(as massive as the inner-city would allow)
shield ghalkers
in their greedy desires
for theirs aren't as pure
as mine
they don't appreciate
the majesty here
they only want for
Jones sake
for i know in my heart of hearts
that a great history
stood here
this is the spot of spots
for great good or evil
(for which the magnitude could have been great as well)
i can't tell
for i not know on which side i reside
anymore
funny thing about time
it switches
right and wrongs as household lights
one thing is for certain
i am here
and in another
minute
i shall cease to be

i believe it will end
like a tale
of magnificent
moon~glows
martyrzing me
then again ~ suspensives
of bright sunlighting
me as only an image
that has returned
home
seers being non-believers
and i am never heard of again

feet directly
on ground
Spirits lined and hung down
i am here now
and the seconds comes and goes as always
secretly silent sounds
and....