Within the city
I am again and again
small melody of unsynchronized voices
from a reel or on the reel sometimes
to fast the lapses of night
sometimes to random
the feelings of my soul
cleaning my gears I go
again and again
over a fight that does not end
but it has an end yet not here
above its own source
complicated mind and body
immerse in silver cage
before the golden age.
by The Shortfelllow
New York City
01/04/14
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