Apr 15

The city burns during the day and shines at night. There is smoke and fire and people contesting. There are meetings, things coming together and in fusion creation manifests itself most fully. The human condition blossoming out in fireworking displays, loud and both ugly and beautiful at once. Blazes enkindled within the cores of man, while he labors and exhausts himself to pains for an end.

The city is wrought metal, poured concrete and polished glass. Spiring pointedly through skies made redder at sunset from its breath. It pulses and glows when things get cold and yet remains warm like a thing that is alive. And men walk in it and bargain with it to their own means while living with it is choices that come from out of young designs.

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