Strolling, stomping, stalking, running
Along broad, narrow avenues
Alleies
In fire, thunder, rain
Insane or sane
Aiming vain.
Claustrophobic clusters in cacophony.
Faster, accleration, galloping.
World has matured enough,
Perfect set up depicted in
La Mappa del'inferno
Botticelli's premonitions pervades.
Renaissance's ultimate reign.
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