Colors induced,
  Making lies reduce
To nothing but ants
    Marching lazily
Around a banquet hall
  Or pebbles on the side
Of four-lane highways.
         Eyes become swirling pools
Of lamplight desires
  And Acrylic Wonderlands.
I find peace in this world
    Of my greatest demons
And saving graces.
         Sold in the Alleys,
Corners downtown.
  Paid for with the anguished cries
Of a tormented soul.

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