My city, my city
It takes many forms
In people and plants
Vines and beggars
Angry men and sour women
The worst of the best people
And the best of the worst
Poets and great minds
Minds like mine
Spring is here
My city is ready for a new leaf
In need of a change
Something happened, though
A divine woman
She brushed past me
Her energy was like a power
She felt it, too
Something here is lurking on all of us
I feel magic in the ground and in the air
There is magic here and everywhere in my city
My city is alive and like a machine
It lost its humanity so long ago that it can't remember a time when it had it
A lack of love, a loss, a divorce from the earth, my earth
Two destined to be together in their loneliness
Or alone in their togetherness?
The details are mixed and matched and sorted in a place to distant in my mind
I can't call on them like I used to
But my city, this city brought them back
Brought my feelings, magic, and my beauty back
Or, rather brought them out
She reached inside my heart and found a beautiful thing hidden away by skin and bones
Husks and shells that hide our magic
I pray to grow out of mine
I pray to goddesses by the sea that they may feel so inclined as to help me escape this madness
This horrible body
This horrible mind
I have out grown my city
The city
A city
Its no longer mine, is it?
I can't remember how and when it no longer was.
Comments
This is a set of perfect contradictions and beautiful questions. It leaves me wondering and hungering for more.
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