Pavement and Wire

Everything is leaking in a city that never does
Your three story building
Your unfinished building
Up in the mountains we saw a bird
Hope you thought it was pretty
The bird keeps on doing
I left with a metaphor
A couple of long sighs
A couple of slow thoughts
I can't name it
You make me feel that I am strange
Though not in a bad way
More like trash in the alleyway
Composition of back yards as they wind in and out of frame
More like pavement and more like wire

In and out of a black hole
It was Fall out
It was cold
I went in thinking that I knew it
Now I could not define it
I don't know you
You make me feel that I am dreaming
But not in a bad way
More like tangled conversation
A composition of strangers
Architecture of their gestures
More like pavement and more like wire



Credits
Writer(s): Jazmyn Crosby
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