What makes thoughts arise
hover in mid-air and tap
at the window, grow
tumultuous streams
masters of deep strife finance
acolytes of theft
kill conquistadors
even as they make landfall
scintillating till
twilight then questions
honest beggars of their crimes
over toast and tea
under viaducts
given the dreary rainfall
holy salt crackers
taste electrolytes
slipping through cracks in my tongue
artistic cowlick
ridiculous start
in search of a solution
seek not such answers
enter burnt sunshine
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