Conceptual rhythms oppose each other
through this atmospheric communication
in which
all walks are conditioned.
But there's friction in these steps,
steps that are paced a little
too close together.
A war of intelligence,
at odds,
but it's important to continue
to go through the motions.
Over-whelming is this
city within a city.
No concrete should
elude to the idea that it is
possible to confine these differences.
I've seen so much now
embracing everything and nothing
at all.
I keep my eyes on the prize.
But fires surrounded by
tenderness continues to rise.
And this great stature
I have risen to,
has started to decline
with every glance.
So, yes
this perimeter is trying to capture
My vision.
These four angles of indecision
allow
Every angle in this box
to in finality
double my sentence
to 90 years
of a narrow point of view.
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