Ribbons, blue…


So many times,
the roads to downtown nowhere
collide at each and every corner,
with blue,
ribbon-like rivers of solitude;
statements of facts about
state of the art,
lost or found pieces
of a hard won peace
of mindless thought lives.

ta-ra-ra bum-tara…

Marching bands of nonsense,
we are.
Each and every one of us,

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