Graffiti Epiphanies

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Graffiti Epiphanies

But I hear the whispers of my ancestors
from the songs of Janis Joplin
and from a Saturnalia forgotten
a mind that turned rotten

for a wisdom that got me rejected
and another has elected, some through hate

a false happiness and bliss for their estate
an epiphany that meant she could learn
from Atreyu and a home that lost all meaning
from houses and cities burned
by vikings and the mad men of Empires
turned to abalone for their esquire desires

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