Dry run

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just different

Walking the BLVD in step  with…  the…  time
Accelerating with the quickness
Of light across a dark passageway
Of still water in broken crystal glass
Grass patches in a den of creatures
Surrounded by flying projectiles
Under a blanket of city nightlights
Scribbling on walls and passing trains
Dark covered halls in strip malls
Quiet enough to hear an angel fall
Into the depths of potholes filled
With grimy liquid mixed up confusion
To be washed clean in oceans of gasoline
Flammable wings like a phoenix flying orbiting
The sun degrees and modules life forms
From crusted bread and pickled attributes
Careful not to turn the wine into juice
In these times a child screams of dying
Aborted on the floor in a fitted rage
A mother of a younger age
Playing house and dress up
In high heels she sales and whores
Her body by the seashore
In waves of light to see the
Childhood smile once was
A dark hood covers me
Like a dark cloud hangs
Holding me to my assembly
To the nature of the path of dread
I tread lightly on the subject
Like a graceful ballet dancer
Spinning on top of a music box
Dancing to nonstop rap lyrics
Heartbreaking emotionally
Deeply feeling the beating
Of my instrumental heart
Warming the tears to cool
The air I breathe in and release
Moving me deep into the scenario
I am relative to, twice removed