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Lingering in the spaces of time---
sitting on the muddy banks of reality---
docile souls pondertop
chasing dreams
of Moses:
The glimpse from the mountain top
veiled by despair.
The power brokers edge their grasp
beyond the sunset; leaving frail victories
waning and festering in the winds of change
as falling raindrops of precious blood
flows to the gutters of the street's battlefield.
Renewed strategies of white opiates
assault the black dream.
Comatose minds---mesmerized
with fantasy freedoms---fade away:
oblivious to the ever tightening silent chains.
The sagging bosom of life hangs on---
dripping souring drops of time---chasing
its own ghost down the mountain.
