Town whose upper levels are
The streets and houses
Where Earth is bruised
By day
I want to live in the
Town below
The lower level cleared
From debris
Made habitable
And
If you will to leave me
There alone
Bring the Sub-Conscious with you
Lock him there
That at least we two together
Circulate
At least if not hand in hand
Those lower levels of the olden
Town.
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