On the Knife Edge
even this
room looks different
and as for
the rest of the
city - well I shudder to
think of how
it's changed
rock doves land on
the ground
they, at least
seem rational
Looking up
at the clouds
I see
new and starlling
formations
We walk on the edge
of a knife
and only
through
diligent effort
can
we
avoid
being
cut
our blood is
our own
there
is hope, always
hope
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