My City at Dawn November 14, 2006
Posted by Jade Barclay in love, poetry, values, work.trackback
I love the city when it is pure architecture and design
spirit and beauty incarnate
in the hours between witching and waking
In that mostly forgotten timeless time
when you can feel the city’s heartbeat
before the first alarm clock dictates
the first coffee boils
the walking dead fill the streets
their veil of numbness hanging thick in the air
the real world whirling in the slipstream of their discontent
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