Portraiture of a City
disjointed interconnectivity
"Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured."
ā From To a Stranger, Walt Whitman
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cozy uptown street
busy-bodies flowing
through the bustling
heart of now
ā
every earthling face
ever-revolving minds
filled with divine
purpose on rock
ā
strangers' loud comfort
ninety-nine unknown
kin cosmic violins
tuned to eternity
ā
life circling life
anchor-less starlings
instinctively seeking higher
buzzing hypnotic murmurations
About the Creator
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