The empty space of the downtown central city buildings
Huge gray block brick as fierce and unrelenting as an eternal storm cloud
Unwelcoming and austere
Yet in I go to fly the empty spaces
To live in the warm darkness
crowds share disorder like it was food
but the walls keep them out
The passage away from the future
somehow back to the past
To taste the air from back then
Ride the river, smile nostalgia
Humid visions of experiences that still touch you in the present
Then pushed back into the vortex of the future
Where some will see their fortune change inside the duration of finishing an appetizer
Tours through old cities where everything seems to grow
The boat maker's blessing
The fortunes and journey seem to intertwine
as if to say it never stops moving
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