Hanging heads in a sea of concrete,
Wind swept frowns in metal snakes
Delusional thursday-night goers in an alcohol closet
The bright Ra in the subway car,
Turns grey to camouflage.
City of lights turned blinding Goliath
Full of adams without slingshots.
I sit here and wonder
On a bridge between colonies
Why the lands of kings, queens, and pianos suffer
Before an island half their size
The sun sets
And I see it.
A beauty in pain
Kept alive by co-habitants
I sigh and walk home
To a city covered in
North stars
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