Trusting the City

I stand as if my back is against the wall
Inches from its surfaces
Millimeters from comfort
I’m falling against the paneling
And inhale its not thereness
Before tumbling back to hit
Its rough wet tongue of brick
There is much in the city that breathes
Much in the city which exhales as you lean


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