A flickering shower of sparkling lights have shown us the way.
To the city that owns a parade of proud dreamers.
No matter the weather, they show us both sides.
Sunlight reflects in the glass panes thoughtful gazes.
While the rain brings puddle to give us an upside-down perspective.
It all seems so lovely before we all head home.
Only poets know the truth about the city of dreamers.
For every creator must know that to be a dreamer, you must know both sides.
Look past the sky-scrapers for trees and look past the traffic for rivers.
You will find a bipolar planet showing two halves of a dynamic being.
When the stars come out to bring not only hope but also nightmares.
For not every human simply owns a heart and soul.
We our still a surviving spirit in systems of thin connections.
Nerves in the roots of who we used to be.
Graffiti for eyeshadow and braided sidewalks.
Knowing now forever more that every city owns a skeleton.
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