We sway underneath landscapes of plastic clouds
While ginger angels play their harps and croon so sweetly
We wander underneath crop circles
As the smell of gunpowder still lingers
We venture into the marble unknown
Sipping on chardonnay, waiting for ghosts to appear
We wade through the thick, dark fog
Searching for horrors untold, sharing secret smiles
We explore the neon exotic neighborhoods
Drinking salty broth, eating tender noodles
We maneuver the strange and unusual crowd
Avoiding encounters, evading confrontations
We lay on the sweet green grass in the dappled sunlight
Feasting, recording, laughing, trying not to cheat
We explore a genius’ progress through lines
Comparing his beginnings to his end
We consume this city so fully
We peek around every corner
We gobble up all its secrets
And know it has so many more to tell
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