Fragments of Chance Chronos

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The wind had  cruel fingers, scooping.

A shop on a little known street, left like grubbied gum

Pea soup fog, visibility reduced to less than a stub’s length

 

Which of seven deadly sins is..

most genuine?

Which one is grown up?

 

Tug with bright streets at lonely lights, scoped lens like these

All is given to the cadmium, neon, molten-red obscurity

A single direction of screech

A mumble latent in the music of the disgruntled

 

Which commuting mortals dream of,

but angled angels inside know.

This is for them.

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