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I'm seeing people

absent from the scenes

they compose

They travel on wind

they are gone

in a sudden gust

they sweep through

skyline halls and

alleys and

many places

they never noticed

The cities sleep

in constant dreams

and mirror pictures

where the absence

of yesterday

is rising smoke

from the carefree fires

that are the streetlights

In this placelessness

all of the bricks

are laid flat on the ground

in a massive sheet

The cities slip

into a deepness

and miss nothing left of

what they were

but become lifeless.