It has to do
With the
Call I received
On the wires
Will to
Navigate through
The undone
Scenes of a dream,
Or the simple
Position of
The past, like
A lurking dish
That doesn't
Stop spinning. I
Have the eye, I
Only need some
Vision to compro-
Mize the dull
And dirty street.

In the company
Of town, I walk,

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