The City

buildings
corrupted in the dark
mixed with the light
of strangers
 
          *
 
hurried feet
step by step on pavement—
and the dirt is deep
as little by little
they mark their souls
 
          *
 
organism of souls
who have their moment
and sink back down
to dark oblivion
 
          *
 
steam in the streets
with century old pipes bursting—
dreams of the riders
new as the city is old
 
          *
 
dark and still
the buildings watch

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