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Dance to the big apple's rhythm
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Like soldier ants
From a disturbed anthill
We swarm upon the city
And clog its veins;
We sway and rock
To the rhythm
Of metal upon metal
We snake along the path
Between the dream
And its realization;
We each have our dreams-
Many pairs of eyes,
A similitude of vision
And varied ocular illusions.

Our steaming breaths
Boil the concoction
Of our dreams,
Our lusts and our roots
Into a healing balm
For prejudice
In this monstrous cauldron.

Our heads bump
Ever so lightly
Against each other
From the debt of many nights
Of slumber owed
Our hearts reach out and burn
On cold, frozen stones
Of fear-
Each bold step
Is measured
And celebrated
Before
The next
In this dance
To the rhythm
Of Big Apple's pulse
Where the eyes,
Glazed and dazed,
Are ever watchful
For the confirmation
Of the transformation
From frustrated victim
To lurking thief of life
May be the pain in the heart
From a knife
Or a bullet in the head.

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