angst cycle (iii)
[H] (ii)

a great storm of smoke
rises from the banlieue
a folded brain
towers of fear

no no it’s just some cloud
behind the painted building
skyscraper with thrown blue
top five floors

towers of rain
after humidity
the air is finally fresh
under the day’s darkness

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