London

Here's a refined version of your poem, with a focus on improving grammar, punctuation, and structure while preserving your unique imagery and tone: I wander through the maze of time, Gazing upon every century, Each turn leading me astray along Fascinating arrays of cobbled roads, Beer-soaked corners, and freshly watered bouquets. This unique charm, unified by The usual hustle of most western cities, Stands firm amidst multitudes Of admirers. An opera of reality, Singing loud in silent nostalgia. Conventional yet complex, A weighty rock sinking under human creativity, Yet sitting in invincible unity. Among swarms of dust, Battered by ceaseless activity, An oiled engine forever purring, Forever working, with inexhaustible duty. A machine that never stops, never Sleeps. Awaiting the next influx of eyes, Every minute descending from the skies. An elixir of life, Continuously evolving under the weight of existence, Greeting the morning sun, Starting another day on the routine of innocence Among the charcoal lungs