closed eyes-closed arms-
a tourist town.
people walk, walk-walking, cavorting around.
I have weight. baggage. crumbling knees. stand beside me please!
but close eyes. close arms.
don't see. don't touch.
there's a secret a-blowing that no one does much
around here, in this bustling, tourist town,
potential,
dormant,
lies underground.
this isn't me.
this isn't true!
I am in a city but belong in, belong in,
must search for- an artificial home for the time being but I
WILL NOT
SETTLE
for artificial love.
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