Dispel

I saw a swan when I closed my eyes 

I looked down and found a potted plant become an ashtray

On top of traffic light a crow took a seat

Trees by the sidewalk left barren sans nest

Virtue and wisdom settled in smoke

Constellations drift, a dream away

Wretched condition, dial it down

I breath toxic,

I dispel it out.

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