Eyes open to obstructed skies Not quite scraped, but somewhat hidden Sunlight bends and shifts Through glass, steel, and pavement Merged and stacked to hold our lives Eardrums quake to the energies Of all things near and far Folks, creatures, and contraptions alike In continual motion All tending to tasks unrelated Both above and below the asphalt Giants clamour Creating their own winds and tremors Causing sleeping hairs to rise and dance And still puddles to jolt with excitement All senses are ensnared By the surging crowd Dense and chaotic Yet somehow an unceasing play Of life and beauty Within this play there is Companionship, hatred, adventure Loneliness, freedom, romance Victory, apathy, rage, and ambiguity Nearly all things other than normalcy While its cast may be enormous It is never truly complete Holding myriad open spaces Open, not empty For they do contain belonging Each space; just large enough To suit any character Regardless of traits or alliances.
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