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midway up the alleyway

among illegal upheaval

urban street backgrounds
swell unfolding into soundscape shapes


for exchanging
cracked mufflers
and
broken English as ingredients

out in this blacktop district melting ***

ramp-up,
cascade,
clatter,
and crash

spilling out almost detuned chords of reverberated sustain

into and echo through my window
in an oscillating fling around the ceiling  fan  
and from there it’s on repeat until dusk begins to loom

Static sizzle begins a final crescendo
And quickly takes its medicinal weakening

inevitable low murmuring enduring

in an almost complimentary gradation
a fading to dark (so you know where we’re at)

Frogs and crickets use their voices

In nocturnal harmony

singing the daylight to rest

while synchronizing intone
all those unforgiven and withdrawn souls
can take a new step forward

walking in stride with carefree invisibility

beneath a scattershot of luminaries
that constellate a shadowy veil

draped over town
My town
and Your town
and across
in a floating waft

Dispatched via the calm blue astral spheric hue
from a lunar dome
Or
cosmic citadel

represent

Represent

REPRESENTING

for all  our collective
Grandmother Astral-sphere

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In observance of her lady goddess, an organic magnetic dynamic nostalgic comes up to surface,

only in her goddesses passing glance
in my direction
finds her scanning a
neurotic romantic narcotic ******

Young Age or old has never
nor will it ever group her in full definition
only it is a mere showing of elapsed lore in bridging current recognition with before

The same way
Woodland plains grip in poetic pact this lady’s hand in a midway meeting today
For the slow taking of days tomorrow...

Are similar in strategy
How age will compile
Her foregoing, ongoing, and becoming in order to write her tradition unlike any others, for it’s unparalleled origins