New York

In darkness fed by dreary rain
Moves slowly that everlasting energy
Placed at will by streets of grey
Encompassing everything that has become New York

From corner to avenue becomes a state
Variance found between every turn
Hidden behind true facade and then brick
Lost completely on days with no beginning

Marching uptown with an downtown breeze
Winters thaw some months from here
Wrapped up against not only ill chill
Forced often to hide from practicing evil

And then from nowhere beauty strikes hard
An era long gone, displayed with such magnificence
Lighting up skies, so heavy and dead
Breaking into view as the savior of all souls

Top to bottom in one continual stream
Never ceasing, never failing, never silent, they come
Expressing a desire to be in command
Led often by colonels with no war to fight

Twenty four seven without one simple break
All over they comer to experience such intensity
Not suitable for some but addictive for most
Paradise in hell awaiting heaven as a reprieve

c Alan Zoltie

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