Fading Faces - A Poetic Practice

In strides life takes turns around streets reassembling any and all keeping pace avoiding missteps or else you'll fall.

Asphalt black with the heat never missing a beat under the light of the cloudy sun bothered souls escape the heat spoiling all the meat.

Expending countless amountsof energy just to come to a semblance of synergy in the pursuit of that elusive often grasped life that's free.

Finite time and resources brings about discourses of when and wheres s you stare down stares because in the head everybody cares.

Countless faces all the memories time erases into fading spaces unwinding like loose laces there and then you break into broken bases.

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