my words

the close in near the front and back of the tenement building stairs
trapped in the precent of my past lost in space intergalactic race
sounds and thought put out there a beacon of emotion dare say art
emotion flat like the memory the tenement days the scheme of life
the buy well still stands in the shadow of death provoked by pride
easter every day in the house the holiday is always close to the end
green and blue the magnets pushing away from each other together
goal posts seagulls pitching a new day same sight casting the waves

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