street art
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I admire paint on fingerpads
identification in style
a mile above ground
lofty ideals
sound ideas
risk
I see clouds rising from the ground
I see lights hovering above
I have this trick that will astound
I have it here, you will fall in love
In your colossal columns of sand and grit are buried, forgotten under barrels of fresh paint,
Kaleidoscopes of vision and neon colors. fast. Bumper-to-bumper on 95.
Urban streets, bustling with life in bright afternoons,
Become quiet and cool on cloudy days and early nights--
A barren wasteland without thrum of foot traffic
And screams of emergency sirens.
