Seeth

I am the evening here, it has become me. The evening mist the twittering sparrows the coolness.
Though this mass of glass, iron and concrete has risen up from the shoreline.
The force of my hand dropping the time on this town!
I am a humid incubator, part of me a meagre bed, where the elderly rest their fears and cramp and doubts.
Not caring how long it takes, holy cloud kingdoms or firey lakes.
I´ll be here for eternity, this world wont wash it´s hands of me.
I´m only gone to what the satellite sees.
I´m never gone from these metropole memories.
I´m not gone and my verse still breathes in this polluted city which never ceases to seeth.