Insight

They who see
may never see,
all that I see.
The brightest skies,
and all their cries.
That rains and pours,
like waves and soars.
The rising sun,
that melts for fun.
On the crowed lots
with nothing it owns.
the colorless wails
of boys and girls.
The highway bands,
that wheels with life.
The body and souls,
in a music flows.
unto black rivers,
of blood and spit
Bestowing upon me,
an inner-sight to see.

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