April 25

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New construction, half this city
is empty, prematurely gutted.

Dark blocks, wide swaths of light
and the knife-edge of a night,

designed for carving.
Such an uncomfortable

clarity that comes
at these hours,

hurtling blindly at a great rate
of speed, every second falling free

from the world until the earth
rolls up again to meet our feet .

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3 Comments

  1. I know you will probably say no, but I will ask anyway. Please participate in the open mic on my site. I love your work and would love to hear you read it.

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