The Sky Opens Up,

Meeting The City again;

It’s old friend, for a new when

The People rise,

Lost and Found

They look unbound as they race across

The City

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.


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Born and raised in the Los. Los Cuentos. J.T.

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