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Mindscapes

There falls an almighty darkness

in this most voracious of cities

but one side of the mind is not yet victorious.

Being on the eve, all that is plentiful is hearsay-

new dawn carried off by black knight;

students of fashion seek martyrdom.

But like clockwork the day breaks

glittering, aircraft set their scars across the sky

a show of power

as empty

to the universe beyond the stars

as to the barefoot peasant child.

And he plummets

"wheee!" down his slopes

on his sheet of wood named Rosebud.

He grows like a mountain

slides his hand across her skin

a show of love

as reckoned by the song of songs

to set one side of the mind free;

send doves of hope to the furthest vales.