Wednesday 10 April 2019

the texture of a city



becalmed
 the sullen ties that bind me to this place
becoming
dust
detritus
and decay 

I see ghosts
move
beyond
the blackened brickwork
smiling into space
as I remember

I am
the texture
of a city.


 



 






















 














 











 







 













 





 



 

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