Strangers all walk circle eyes
averted in all directions
seeking shade from the oppression
heat pain hardship confusion
thick like mud blood on
the soles of my slippers seeing
but blind to everything the
disembodied sermon crashing
down my soul splattered on
the pavement found a resting place
until suspicion rose like smoke
from the cigarette on the hand
of a child in mid-invitation
among the roots stones leaves oils
like an offering to gods in wait
guaranteed to relieve one of the
heat pain hardship confusion
in exchange for a little bit of
my soul splattered in the
middle of Plaza Miranda while
strangers all walk circle eyes
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