Embrace the silence, face the violence; Transcend mediocrities terrestrial shore. The boredom of life is in the cinemas. Empty flickering lights that fight comprehension’s meandering bliss.
Congealing reality within the empty void. The flame of coexistence extinguished. The falcon long gone. We’re left to gaze at an empty, brooding sky. Ah Billie, you understood so long ago. You tried to tell us but we were too absorbed in our own delusions to understand. Your’ “rough beast” is at the gates of the holy city and there is nowhere left to hide.
Harlem 1955
Walking down Fifth Avenue on a Sunday afternoon. Shuffling to the rhythm of the ghetto’s tortured brilliance. African Mozarts fill the air with their street corner symphonies. Silence ensues as a slow rain begins to fall. The lively street soon becomes deserted. A shadow of an ancient memory. Turning left on Fifty Second. A couple huddling in a doorway. They manage a smile as the lingering rain continues unabated.
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