The City

by allthingsconfused

In the city, there is no night,

Only a slightly darker day.

The light bulbs packed together, tight,

Ceaselessly recall and portray.

Animate shadows crawl upon

A restless physicality.

They circumambulate the man

And cause internal malady.

This is the place that will excite,

Quicken the pace, and not give way.

In the city, there is no night,

Only a slightly darker day.

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