Edges of tomorrows
Flowers of today borrows
Toward the swiftly drive
Each to each rive
Narrow light towers
Unfolding its avowers
Corners of tilted streets
Through cohesion concretes
Intimate season tumult
Steel and the glass cult
Voyaging tomes of sky
Crumbling hopes high
Into multitudes’ of final
Municipal highway spinal
Splitting the spaces quite
Scrutinize out the light
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