This is the city I dream of,
in the hours before dawn;
The sights and sounds of other worlds.

I hear the whirr of trams
and the crack and spark
of electricity through cables;
The smell of lightning
and the air thick with
opportunity and promise of rain.

But this is the city of
seasons, not a lifetime -
and she answers to
no other name but
Escape.

12/09/2003

Posted on 12/08/2003
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