Seeking an empty space
Between the columns of names
Beneath the towering gods
Of a distant dream
~
I’ll make a home in their shadows
Forgotten in their joy
For the inner world to sprout
And rise high in revolt
~
Seeking space
In their bustling rivers of concrete
To carve a swathe of green
Full of fables of regret
~
Like defiant weeds they’ll clamor
For the rays of the sun
Around their silenced masters
From the wilderness below

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