Here is this tiny city:
It breathes
And it sinks when it exhales.
Its weight is
I M M E N S E .
It is heavy with you,
And it is heavy with me
And it is heavy with all of our words.
Our arguments are lurking in windows
Our make-ups draining through the grates into
Underground wells
Forming rivers
(To the sea, to the center of the earth).
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