Coughing Streets

Through clear nothingness
passes an unseen parade,
Celebration of unknown
life measured as another day.

Beauty is left unheard
above coughing streets,
Plain arrogance by
virtue of toxic utility.

Each side carries demands
on time, realised in
hours thrown into a pit,
Far from any longing.

Determined expression
flashes across windows,
Absent minded yearning
for something, something, something.

Through clear nothingness
passes an unseen parade,
Celebration of unknown
life measured as another day.

Beauty is left unheard
above coughing streets.

coughing streets

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