the bells and the whistles
of the city
and its towers
in the aftermath
lines of burnt out streets
like a time ravaged face
or the lines in
a cliff's face
where invisible
seagulls fly and buoys
float in the air
from sea levels
in a different age
when we were
unaware.
gah....I am sputtering...trying to write and all I can think about is my kitty.
please, Josquin get better. Please drugs work this time.
please.
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