Limestone and granite walls

rise like cathedral tops toward


Sidewalks and streets lay juxtaposed

without solid connection.  Separate souls march

like Roman soldiers, dissolving into

a fury of voices and city noises.

There is a spreading coldness.

The scales

of time and culture peel back, exposing

everything we try to hide. Even from elevated

positions the gravitational pull to fall to earth,

bleeds on all of us.



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