I have seen the city icey and hot with it's peoples lathered in coats and clothed in sunscreen.
They march in rain boots and short shorts in ridged, railed sidewalks and crazy, curved park paths.
Pulled by umbrellas and gusty wind towards the epicenter of it all.
They swirl in great numbers, holding tight to their wistful hopes.
Closer and closer, towards the beginning or the end or whatever their hapless mind wander.
They drift in great batches swelling and breaking against the buildings as waves on the shore.
Rising in a cacophony of silence and unsaid truths, there are no words, no mouths, only drowning eyes swirling
With a singular heartbeat pounding, their chorus resounds to refining hammers of insanity.
This post was co-written with Phillip Justman. We used Twitter's messaging system to take turns writing each line. He wrote the first line, I the second and so on.
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