The Impasse

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here we are again standing inside the steps of this boy whose passing I hardly recognized

a look of sleepless nights and days of too much sun, he agitates in circles

with hands outstretched asking for more of life for more gratification

indulging in the senses, in the streets, in the bosom of living violently

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with eyes peering sideways she noticed him smiling a red lacquered smile she spoke rapidly

causing eyebrows to dance and hair to flutter but what she really meant was to run away

from chance encounters that disturb the mind and make tremble the spirit ever fearful

how to console the soulless and alleviate the hunger of children while in safe mode