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I was passing under the bridge

I was passing under the bridge.
The old river God was appeased with colorful graffiti on the concrete walls.

The vain energy of trains above me.
Rattling against human mortality.

I pluck my judgment from the writing on the wall
patches of red light,
the setting sun composing a message ,
an overlay of eternal, effortless force,
energy,
power to produce new spray paint

to have a playmate.

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