On this morning
I sense that the city
did not sleep
The money machines
marched through the night
even as the twinkle of small stars
dissipates
ching ching ching
they come after me
with the dreams of their motherboards
They want to claim me for them
And yet they do not know
that I also had a dream
A most powerful of dreams
dreaming
I woke
to my
heartbeat
and my heartbeat
Dances to my dream
Dreams of life
where skin and soul
are
One
and cities instead of diminishing life
amplify it.
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