As I have been making my rounds lately and after watching a video posted about colorado springs I have begun to see something....
As a single pair watch the city's isonomatic rage
As she remains idle transfixed upon that movement
It is here history is a blend and swril of opposites
The wealthy hide themselves behind iron clad gates
As the mad lay close behind with barcaded windows
The Arts are tucked away
To only reveal a conflict within the metropoliton that
lays far from the spectacular and orinate...
from basements to small exihibition....
the roads of the forests are long and winding
very few between where direction is not impared....
soon the threads will unreavel laying behind
the fibers of disconnect...there is something holding it in tact
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