a liquid distraction.
A view of something unreal;
I watch the known as unkown,
a world in monochrome refraction.
A pigeon makes misery of my mapping
breaking the dark majesty
of washed away grime,
obsidian and silver running together
before gravity repairs;
a bird lies on the pavement
in a million captured moments.
Is this my city?
Is this what I came to dream,
or just the residue of some madman’s nightmare?
Not I, though I can’t stop staring.