HK WALL/new york life poem

Dry headed disembodiment in the New York pace widdles away the subway
saddled with dreams deep and terrifyingly close to the center, the core, the hollow cell
slumbering wet with morning white skies
hot purple stars angry on the old highways of yesterday
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