COME ACROSS A CITY
Annealed and welded, stuck and together -
things like that never seem to change : metallic
words for human legend. A man is no larger
than his circle. And now, yet now, I am walking
across a city of gold, something they say will last
forever and shine riches on each man's face. I
would not believe that, even if it happened; for
it goes against all grain of being. Born dullards
to die a wise man, sage? I think not, and I
do not foresee. Time is a lethal plane,
shaving everything down. I am walking
across a city, blank by process but
filled by promise, just beginning
a long descent.
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