The City Moves
Dragging soles,
Rust, dust and mortar
Where an eye for an eye
Meets the twisted thread
Of a darkened alleyway
The gem will shine and be lacklustre
No sleep that it craves
Threaded veins without blood
And shards that strike as lightning to integrity
Who would’ve thought
Against the status quo
That the city moves within you
Manifest all about you;
A wellspring that calls your name!
Let the dragonfly roost upon its jade crested peak
And share its longing for life
Don’t die, old friend
Shed your shell and cry
There is much yet to know of being.
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