Meet under a North Star
of the setting sun
amidst a tiled oasis of green glass
boiling gold,
brimming
down the traffic
& pouring into the river,
to greet the faces
of the Runners, blindly,
running after work.
Running, on the purple wing
of dusk
& fire.Playback speed
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