This City
This is the city whereI found,
the fixity of
synthesis.
These are the streets
that pace,
famed the course
of imminence.
This is the city where
I lost,
the tangibility
of surface...
...This is the city where
I am to be found,
and found to be
lost.
Poetry by Mathieu
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Written on 2006-10-27 at 09:04
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