patchwork city, broken seams

this is the place I see my broken dreams

~

circle of clarity

where grass softens, sinks

to carpet a moment

in the growth of tears

~

the muddied steps

across the years in synchrony

worn down to roughened earth

with thoughts undone

~

this place where lovers kiss

the desperate weep

the lonely think

remains alone

in loneliness content

~

the cold does not seem cold

up here

my pounding heart

turns to an ache of memory

~

an old wound

which will heal as days decay

~

this is my place

from here I can see everything 

the heights and depths

I thought I’d lost

the distances I couldn’t see

~

and history

a knife that cannot reach me

is written only in the walls

of smooth unfathomed concrete

down below

behind the ancient crumbled shapes

of secrets older than my own

~

from here I sing

the lyrics of my life

for no one but the wind to hear

and yet I think

the world could hear me

and I wouldn’t care 

~

my life is stitched within the city’s seams

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