City Haste

City Haste


The city is a grand illusion
Made of individual human dreams,
And if you blink for
Just a moment,
You will see
it dissipates
To a figure eight,
hope and aspiration, stitched
together at the seams
by human beings.

City yawn,
Shrugged shoulders,
Observations made,  conclusions drawn.
Abba sits back
and smiles,
And with a single breath
Reverts it all
to flowing grass and streams.

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