See the golden shores
Lapping at the legs of dreamy eyed travelers
And serious servants to the gilded towers
With solemn glance, a sick man stands upon the corners
Pleading with practiced eyes
He tries
To entice a suffered allowance
For his dazed delirium
It calls to him
It wants for him
And while the downward glances
Smart phone gleam
And earbuds cutting out the heartbeat
Thumping of a thunderous inequity
Such a beauty and a silent
Suffering
Glamour for breakfast and death for dinner
Shuttles from the thoroughfares
To corners where a people dance in cavernous abyss
While hilly homesteads
And summers made of pea soup skies
Leave fluttering hearts
Alight and so aliv
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