Monday, October 5, 2015

Cities (Written during my time in Chile)

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

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


I woke
to my
and my heartbeat

Dances to my dream

Dreams of life

where skin and soul



and cities instead of diminishing life

amplify it.

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