The city looks like frozen in concrete
and glass,
asphalt
and brick,
plaster,
plastic...
But actually it is flying!
Our memories, hopes and prayers
Diaphragm breathing
Our lives
Precious perilous days and nights
Oscillating
Stretching their antennas
Flapping their volatile wings
We are coasting through a time of love
Floating down God's eternal stream
This city is our butterfly
Honking
Throbbing
Soaring...
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