Continuum
Fog rests on the city,
like a cold sweaty hand,
hiding intent, as yet unclear,
aloft look down and pity.
Urban mesh, wet and cold,
conceals in dim places,
it’s secrets, entombed in the night,
stories as yet untold.
Metropolitan petri dish,
cultured over millennium,
wood, stone,concrete, glass,
armour plating natures wish.
Aloft look down and pity,
history secures continuum,
until one story yet untold,
nature reclaims the city.
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