Ub

 Ub

I take on the tune of the wave that moves

Waves on either side

of that which wins

up against the storm of resistance

of that which waste

up against against the wake of the wave

that moves with the tune

That lays waste to the fences in is way,

up against the walls sliding stylishly sideways

The objects on the signs

point towards the alleyway

that lead into the mainstreams

to disrupt its flow

When you think of me

think of embers flickering

in memory of fire

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