A city without

I sit midst its mountains of glass, my prominence in high lights. The sky – aglow in grey – blocks my escape.

back to me

Then over there, a girl with book and bottle – in a city without – faces in binary mirrors stare: excited numbness.


The essence of another world I never knew could be missed.


You imagine a frame and take her with through a city without.

I think of you.

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