Spontaneous phenomena a freeform installation
(Waving/wavering) neon auras of archway flashes graffiti light rain
In jaded tingling spine dripping blossom sunset bright
Fluorescent yellow warmth and white magnolia breeze
Black film flapping in the wind
The darker rain is coming in it bellows like the Western clouds
It streaks the imaging closed the barely spiral gates
It's losing me but I'm sharp in cappuccino mist
We're stately like the avant garde of sober all the ontological reprieves
Are dreams of ghostly lonesome grate I must be sleeping
There's nothing happening just fate and pins and needles in our floating feet
The world is but a painting on constant display
And if only we could keep our (in-decision) tension straight
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