The frenzy city is
Running in my veins
Running through the cerebral
Gullies, dim, lighted, crossroads
Cul-de-sac
The languid city is
Rushing to my legs, toes,
Through the zigzag corporal frames
Into manicured, painted fingertips
Debris
The city and me
Running amok into spiral tunnels
Wavering in momentary bliss and pain
Y-lanes, misty, equivocal
Paranoid
Why? When? Where?
Questions seeking answers within the
Four walls of space, time, mass and reason
Staring baffled, blown
Acceptance
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