City of God
Into the breach again
All ties dissolved behind
Ahead a platform, a staircase
A daylight world
Of unformed possibility
A swirl of probability
When I don’t fall I throw myself
I forgo sunglasses, preferring
You see my eyes
What you’ve created
The beauty, the depth
The endless blue
At a certain distance
Blurred by a tear
Of recognition
That I am created
That what I see is only beauty
Stark, effortless
And human
Moving, climbing
Writhing
In the filth, in the sharp
Voices and guarded glances
Sirens, hawkers and
Wide-eyed children
In abject weariness of overload
And the poverty
Of disconnection
In the rubble of
Walls that crumble
Unexpectedly
At the gentlest touch
Of something human
I reach out, creator
At the strangest moments
To test the give in a wall
Dig a little dusty mortar
From between heavy stones
Moisten it with a tear
And build a home
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©2014 Jason Anderson