Mundane

On a seemingly ordinary day,

The blaring of car horns filled the air with disgrace,

Ambulances and fast cars raced by,

Echoing the screams of children in the courtyard.

A profound transformation had taken place within.

The darkness of the night had given way to the brilliance of day.

The relentless downpour had ceased,

Making way for the emergence of a radiant red sun.

The flood of certainty washed away any lingering doubts

Blurring boundaries between distinct realities, merging in untimely shapes

Fashioned from fragments of precious gold,

A new and extraordinary reality was forged.

Blue rows of garden doors and windows framed in white,

Snail-like staircases and fire escapes painted red,

Tile roofs and attic windows, capturing sight,

Noted, forgotten, stored, then set free instead.

Like cigarette smoke, rising higher each day,

Challenging the beliefs that we hold,

Inhabiting murky corners, hidden away,

Unseen by the owners, stories untold.

Counting the currency, foolish and blind,

On a nocturnal quest, prowling the night,

Begging for mercy, hoping to find,

A reprieve from the darkness, a glimmer of light.

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