Fugacious Claims (1)

 I chanced upon a street 
 As quiet as the snow 
 While I watched time escheat 

 To where all moments go 
 The silence and the gloom 
 We've lately come to know 

 Within each house and room 
 Our struggles to keep hale 
(Or so I would assume) 

 But now another tale 
 Is sung upon these ways 
 A gray Dorian scale 

 A crystallized malaise 
 A melody a beat 
 Before the sun's first rays

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