08/07/2005
My tank top on
My shorts hugging my hips
I strap on some music and head out into my scene
Black & White trots ahead of me
Part of the scene
With knowledge and contentment with her place in this world
Trickling ambience rings in my ears
It’s beat moving my body through the urban landscape
I feel so natural in such an unnatural place
It’s lines are so forced
It’s need to collaborate so strong
It’s desire to belong, jutting from every brick board and crack
Every sheet of glass
I grow taller as each texture fills my space
I ache with its desires for a new day to begin
I feel its energy rush through my body
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