Beneath the moonlight,the city breathes.
Everything is grey.
I watched it all growand then slowly wilt, back into nothinga cycle introduced, a pattern to be followed.
Filled with that distinctivesummer unease.
The colossal silenceabsorbed two years in their entiretyand left an open space, loominglike the…
Jaw clenchedas theywrench down the door,a sharp crack,and then a wretched smell that knockedmy spirit…
The waves of the seacrash by your pale feet,a gentle touch, teasinga stronger future grip.
The rubble fellwith a thousand sheetsof burning paper.