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The City Builds Up Around Me
The City builds up around me;
it is founded and built on heady thoughts,
mortared and bricked by poetries of mind.
I have seen it in the morning and at eventide.
I have tasted it in the sour and the sweet.
I have heard it in dream and waking,
evoking a pattern beyond itself,
breathing order even in all its disorders.
I had once a vision of a battleground;
the earth, soaked with blood, was littered with bones,
the refuse and residue of continual conflict,
a battle of courtesies never completed,
unending clash of merely partial civilities,
and its name was the City.
We build it around us.