Excerpt-9:  A poem about the city.

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shivering sounds of morning bring 
the death of nighttime’s howl 
the masses gather to the highway 
another dog-day prowl 

if I’d never known your love my dear 
I couldn’t make it through 
all these things I can’t abide 
and all the things I do 

so much of life is pain 
with love a sweet refrain 
if I could begin again 
I’d still yearn for you 

I’m smitten by the magic call 
of music to my ear 
the thunder of the psychedelic 
sounds so ultra clear 

it’s in me . . . as it’s always been 
to help me bide my time 
foretelling our magic vanishing act 
from all this city grime 

so much of life is pain 
with love a sweet refrain 
if I could begin again 
I’d still yearn for you 

"Vanishing Act" ​- © C. Steven Blue 3/10/2003