City
Our prayer calls meet near the tops of buildings,
dissonant, but exactly made for being together.
In the valleys of the city the night is pooling.
It fills our places window by window.
The city flows easily through our stakes and claims,
having it's own business to attend to.
And when I am gone, I feel the city calls me.
When I am here, I feel alone.
dissonant, but exactly made for being together.
In the valleys of the city the night is pooling.
It fills our places window by window.
The city flows easily through our stakes and claims,
having it's own business to attend to.
And when I am gone, I feel the city calls me.
When I am here, I feel alone.
posted by Sarah at 8:14 PM
1 Comments:
We all know the pull of that which is absent. Though recently departed, the sun has not set. Look to Orpheus for more inspiration.
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