graf (for heaven11)
You can’t catch it
just snatches in frames that
fly past windows
inscripted in insidious
crevices
scrawled on concrete slabs
of underpass
hush
eyes peeled to feel the pressure
of fingers pressed on spray can tips
aerated shades grow bold in phases
stage impromptu shows at the
sides of the road
It burns
layin on lost walls
for the next eyes
they too will wonder why
these spaces found significance in the
eyes of midnite writer
scribes who
spray legacies of heiro’s
on the edge of city scapes
they’ll outlast our past
when our last breath escapes
for these dwellers create
carved calligraphies
scripts on bricks
tattooed tags stain train’s skin
impromptu impressions
impressive dimension
destination, eternal
so lost walls become
heaven
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