There’s power in the myth,

a giant within, having authority

to transport the story in hypnotic

waves, beckoning us into another

world with casual paths or

orthodox oppression.


It’s a partial creative thought, the

ones pedestrians feel when a summer

sun heats both sides of the street, fostering

orphaned words with blunt force, igniting

the forsaken within.


When considered, it’s all reimagined

from an experimental source.


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