The Great Circle Poem by chris schwartz
The Great Circle
The city
In my Mind,
Is so complicated.
And I,
Was not born
An architect
The map was drawn
By one,
Who knows
Much More
Then I.
All the building,
I am not happy with
But, I admire
The structures
Just the same.
It seems we are
Connected
Somehow.
The past,
Present and future
Are to blame.
Thursday, March 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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