In night time damp
And darkness heavy,
I see the moving crowd
And mood,
Find upbeat rhythm
In a downtown city pulse beat.
And speculate
How great
And vast
The possibilities are
In urban dreams,
As nightmares
Play upon a screen
Of our own making.
In wine and beer
And song and laughter,
There is a unity of sorts
With distance recognised.
More words out loud
Than any space or hearing,
Or any town or city,
In any time,
Can contain.
More thoughts now breathing
Like full lungs are to bursting,
Under water,
Darker still,
And cold.
Then,
Somewhere in a memory,
I hear the urgent sounding siren
And start running.
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