still riding

The spirits sleep together
In petit alcoves
Amongst the city steps
And gutter trails
Leading long
Like paint strokes
Down forsaken alleys
Where spirits dwell like lynx
Pained on cavern walls
Graffiti covered building
The spirits live and dance there
On the walls
Where for some holy wonder-
The art is still riding

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