Daydream Number Two

Sitting on the curb
Day dreaming in the city
Shaded by the elm

A boy sits with legs
Resting, elbows on his knees
His head in his hands

He opens his eyes
Looks beyond the passing cars
His spirit settles

He mutes the shrill noise
Comes out of the cloistered shell
Into a new world

Engulfed by vision
A city in chaos, burns
Monuments falling

Flags torn by the wind
Reason consumed by terror
Engines stall and choke

The city dissolves
In a wash of blood, murmurs
The entropic mob

Revulsion follows
Nauseated and alone
Sitting on the curb

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