The City is Restless

The city
it knows no stillness
no patience.

Eyes wide open,
it dreams.
Rooted in place
it races ahead.

Without parting its lips
it sings.

Without extending a hand
it shows you heaven.

It fans desire
then folds into despair.

Without digging a pit
It lets you fall.

It barters you and me
love and friendship alike.

In silence
it governs.

The city is restless
for it knows
no difference
between self and other.

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