Excerpted From "Urban Landscapes" Comments

Ancient echoes bleeding 'tween mine fingers, perverting the urban landscapes which pale at their idols - Rush of the maggots towards that thunderless roar turns her sensibilities (from pink of wrung stomach)to profaned by racial comics as they'd relay it 'til somehow redemption ensues,
Somehow wild moment - electric in its anxiety, yields,
Moment by moment as this moment passes,
Losing its potency, Now washed clean entirely-
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