'il mio amore...for you i live...'

'il mio amore...'
Cicero paged
to Jaya...
on transit
he like a big bearded sage...
his mane golden locks on flow
by the wind his hair behind
lion heart his showed...
and he rode...
alleys...turns...
No turn signs...
radio taxi service posts
on his city's skyline...
and he rode...
happy a cruise...
and on transit for Jaya he paged
'il mio amore...
for you i live...
and i die...
and i live again...
i catch big roads...highways...
and cobwebed by lanes...
il mio amore...
i ride through the dark
for you...
iron i press to cause nocturnal sparks...'

Cicero paged
like a sage
long bearded gold
he rode through
as a ghost...
as a wind talker...
too...
an invisible kind-
fully transparent sheet
of a glassy figure
running the street...

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