Cityscape
((surrender))
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I write an infant of understanding,
It grows before my jaundiced eyes
Toddles through euphoric treetunnels
To fly, a falcon swooping over dire
Cliff into the valley of the unknown.
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Down in the dramatic concavity,
Here on the digital planet
Hands burst transactions into being
They impress the code with binary touch
Into the monochrome receptacle
Of convenience & chaos
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All the streets are neurons
All the concrete is quartz
All the people are wires
Of various metals that
Build up the static
Of electric rapport
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Observation's phoenix, unbiased eye,
Perches on the thick wire lines that
Carry the energy of time combusted
To the television and the fridge.
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I reach into the city's cubboard:
It is bare, but painted with
Persistence in bright colors.
I gaze at the graffiti'd
Adolescence, shake
My head and grin,
Give up to life
All life's
Resistance.
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Written by
@d-pend
12/11/17
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Art by
Jameswolf
.1 — "Cityscape 2"
2 — "Cityscape 1"
3 — "Bad side of the city"
4 — "The great battle"
5 — "Victory of the wild"
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