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Skid row, marginal Some will call it home Emptied for the art walk while the missions close Pop-up tent cities abounding Birthing scant displaced humanity As we diversify We spill from cities Beyond the wealth crest Traditional boundaries Everything meant to burn Thirty-year cycles Mud pots, sandstone bluffs Crumble and erode Fault lines, fortitude Small streets swell into grand avenues As we devalue Debtors of the dream Living oblivion Skin-deep Sun-seeking Life in the construct that's sold Promised land, golden state, sunny, blissful No longer affordable Surviving California