My City from a High-Rise

When I see you from this silent space, on pause
You are vast and metaled
Your organic past is manufactured in soaring glass, spires, and
stillness
even now, from such distance, Your soul is recognizable
intoxicating me as if Your great boulevards are arteries mapping my
existence.

May 8, 2008 ©

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