Meeting The City again,
It’s an old friend, for a new
When, the People rise,
Lost and found
Unbound as they race across
Imaginary lines,
Like meteorites
Flashing through space.
Faces made of iron, gleaming in the light,
Racing past giants
Like Mercury before the one,
They are all stars, as much as they are stardust.
The sky is their biggest fan,
Watching them
Studying them
Loving them
Through infinity, in the blink of an eye.