La piedra de la luna clouds in the city chaos…
Too much anger, I suppose.
It feels the rapture of disbelief
the pressure of us clever humans
creating nature from concrete
It spies the lover curious about me;
Notices the young rebel opening her legs for a peek;
Feels the idiosyncratic stares from Hamburg
And still confused by the gratuity, within this mess,
of the homeless juggler,
the most humble in all of this city.
I have brought it from tranquility
and it has dutifully absorbed my spiritual odyssey
waiting patiently to be recharged.
af
(written with pen on paper)
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