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"Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor At the tip of the Empire State Building crouch cultured gargoyles. Wings of folded stone, they paint the sky, ignoring the city, easily balancing easels and economics on wintry winds. Paved with cold stares and suspicious lies, streets anchor humanity; arteries streaming with greed, power, and lust, pumping polluted politics and paychecks- up, past the pungent layer of smog. Genuine gold, stolen from caution lights, charges their brushes. Wings of folded stone, they wash the sky in color, ignoring the noise of traffic and train, plucked away on the vibrating string of their palette. And the people too, are oblivious, occupied, accidental citizens, mesmerized by their own mental missives; searching skyward for sunny solutions, yet blocked by the billowing smog of smug. On high, statues wait, brushes poised for that delicate, magical moment when the sun drops behind the horizon line, to exclaim, “Ah, yes!” Wings of folded stone, they varnish the night, Ignoring sounds and smells, easily managing, to separate light and hope from the evil city ... and paint it in the sky for us all. Zoo - Salted and Roasted ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |