2003-05-06 - 11:05 p.m.

Crowds absorb the noise
as a foot slides across grass
and a man plays guitar.
Through the threshold
my thoughts fight confusion,
when they are let free.
And out my mouth
an ocean of opinions and ideas
pour out above the rushing people.
No one can hear,
past their own stained glass
and the swishing of fast moving cars.
Smiling far above the smoggy avenue,
light gently touches the tops of windows
stretching dimly across an unswept floor.
Cats dance and dogs dream,
as colors shout out against oppression
while waves ripple across possibilities.

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