Peering passively from her dusky tunnel,
Entranced by breathless raindrops making love to the pavements,
Comprehension of love now a warped fantasy,
To seek peace in chaos is to collide with madness,
Who are we though to judge the true meaning of madness,
Our understanding of such drastic proportion is minimal,
Fabrics begin to shimmy beneath the damp debris,
A chill so strictly adhered to,
A half full life glued together by half empty shells,
Hidden morality torn apart at the hands of the Devil,
She needs Him just like He needs her,
Desirable opportunities sparse,
Required choices limited,
This world of obtrusive politics leaves no room for her testimony,
Her beauty reduced to powdered insecurity,
The purchase of flesh a grotesque reality,
Body snatched at the drop of his hat or her blouse,
The completion of each sordid transaction the provider of infantile merriment,
Childish innocence her saving grace,
The meaning of worthwhile tested to breaking point,
An exhalation of true prominence,
More meaning than any boast or belief,
Stalking the moonlight with paternal motivations,
This graffiti prison a home away from home,
Nobody looks beyond the static frame,
Total numbness providing more sensuality than the flesh of the shadows,
Composure extensively challenged by an overwhelming vulnerability,
When was the last time somebody asked her name?
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