Street dweller, he swims through the concrete.
Home schooled, his preference of exploration.
The anthems of his headphones burst in vibration.
A planet shared by all becomes a world of his own.
He studies the monuments of his surrounding.
A minor strategy of eliminating observed time.
Secluded from the sky, a hat surfaces him.
Every day of other, this is routine.
Within this cycle, a mystery capitalizes his desolation.
The removal of his hat uncovers clues and details.
Inside the garment, a flower is found.
Rolled into a line, the craft of its delivery.
White, pink and purple, the threads sewn.
Discarded, the seeded beauty barrels the cement.
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