In the City

In the city
I remember green you can smell
and breezes you can hear;
Clean rain
Silent mists
Spider webs glistening
and solitude
that stretches far and wide…

In the city
I live with mostly greys,
Harsh vivid colors
slicing it in pieces;
The smell of industry
Burning coffee beans like tar;
Howling traffic
Pressing crowds,
eye never meeting eye
and solitude
a tight defense around you…

In the city
time is cut in segments
resistant to the slightest
alteration of The Plan:
against the changing of the light;
on automated command;
authority’s demand
for identity and purpose;
your presence

As if this is a place
you want to be…

In the city.

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