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  • City Scape

    I live at a window
    Drafted through a windy loft
    I look upon this voyeurs place
    In a London’s city scape
    A running tap of endless windows
    Feasting upon this windows flat

    Clean faces, TV wasters, funky Buddha’s back dropped in grey maze
    Smoggy haze
    This cities scape
    Seeing lives of this windows face

    Behind the door
    I see their light
    Exposé’s of a see through looking night

    Plucked figurines overseen, tracked by every
    Simple daytime act, night time’s unclean, unseen fact

    I live at this window day and night


    Unique ordinary acts get clocked

    A simple attraction, to life through this looking glass
    They look at me, I look at them

    In a duplicate transaction
    By melancholy fascination

    From this
    City scape

    This quaint massive London race
    Every strange face,
    Wading past windows day and night
    I live here, and so do they.
    High-rise after high-rise, block after block
    Lives interlaced
    And I watch from this city scape
    London’s every day fate.
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