I am at one
with the burned out buildings
a dark orange breeze
the motors humping
and my eyes
are two full moons
this dream so real
I can touch it
a dream so real
I am moved by it
ladies bend
in a road of shuffling brick
their voices
twisting in my ear
through a small
set of speakers
somewhere far off
a seagull moans
to nothing
with a gnarled leg
caught in a smoking vent
a dream so real
I can touch it
a dream so real
I can bathe in it
I proceed carefully
through the barking crowd
the engines
make ripples of heat
when I walk by
mother nature arcs
over the rooftops
and slithers
in asphalt cracks
a dream so real
I can touch it
a dream so real
I can touch it
a dream so real
I can be hurt by it
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