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New construction, half this city
is empty, prematurely gutted.
Dark blocks, wide swaths of light
and the knife-edge of a night,
designed for carving.
Such an uncomfortable
clarity that comes
at these hours,
hurtling blindly at a great rate
of speed, every second falling free
from the world until the earth
rolls up again to meet our feet .
OPTIONAL POETRY 
I know you will probably say no, but I will ask anyway. Please participate in the open mic on my site. I love your work and would love to hear you read it.
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The thought makes me want to crawl into a hole, but will consider it… 🙂
love the concept and loved hearing you read your poem!
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That makes me smile 😀
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