The city moved to me
with all its people
all its high-rises and plattenbauten
it grows inside
it breathes and lives
and ever stronger
i feel the inconsistency between
around and within
it kicks
and breaks the rib cage
it ties the nerves
in knots
it ties the roads
we take together
so that they coincide
over and over
it knows each step i'll take
so it designs the landscape
sewed up with neurolandscape of my mind
the rain endlessly falls down from faded sky
washed in the neon lights
you ask me if i'm fine
you ask me where am i
i will be moving down the Falkenstein
where all the roads lead
i will be seeing you
in my inner Berlin
inner Berlin
© Copyright: Донни Маклеод, 2017
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