Hazed misty glare
films over the mossy abyss.
Towers jut and cut into
the intangible stacked stories
That desperately grapple for
the suns seam.
Pangs of poundings steer
the masses as taxi reams
wait for the slash of green.
Rattle of each shuttle carriage
provides the soundtrack to the city's
daily drill.
The blank and nameless faces
too impartial an expression to decode.
A yawning gust
brushes past my skin
In this juxta-positioning of suffocating and liberation.
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