Your paintbrush dancing across the canvas
Recreating dark shadows and blurred anger
You resurrect the raw fury that the riots gave birth to
A hooded man posed in mid-run the shimmer of a knife visible in his grasp
All appears frozen and still, a moment of silence surrounded by chaos
his translucent quality reflects the impermanence of his situation You say
Out of the blue rousing from the remnants several more figures approach
Robed in indistinct uniforms, masked and armed
The city takes a breath.
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