Alchemy, Poetry, Psychology, Writing

The Recluse

Quietly building a city of my own
Back alleys, towers, sewers, and all
Splendid courts & markets, brothels of yore
Candy-colored fairgrounds, a mythic past
Spiraling stairwells, dazzling views
Revolutionary libraries & simple sanctuaries
Boisterous crowds, singular souls
Haunted temples, buried in lust
Never-ending ceremonies, Northern Lights —
No media coverage of this endeavor, only
Exquisite arches of bridges to burn.

 

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