A stroll
by museum, uncratered

once a famous 
Goal

& spit at murderers 
beneath my feet

a grindhouse 
for pirates moans

& fall as I fall
on stroke of knives

where swells 
beneath euphony

a mystery 
of wild folds

wan of hope 
where wilderness settles

& partakes in dangly 
bits of woe. 

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