From the Window on the Second Floor

From the Window on the Second Floor

Peering out into the veins of a city,
There are no vital signs,
All the highways ramble
And quake out of reach

Now the world rolls back
Into shades of green
Reclaimed,
Entangled, in a lucid dream

Watching life unfold
From the riptides of envy,
The mind fights for words
Finding feral screams

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Keeping the world immersed in stanza.