uptown man, yellow creole man...sun-kissed,
red flecks and bowed skies whistling against earth's
descant. i knew me. the silent walks I
took; exploring only those things the dark
concealed. considering eyes balanced be-
tween midnights, and the approaching morning.
in the distance this mezzo sings fluent.
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