My feet step to the grey rhythm of the city sidewalks

My eyes, mirror back the steely, boxed array of enclosures that I am surrounded by

These wide-eyed giants close in on me and leave me destitute
In pulse and imagination.

I can only beg, dear mother Gaia, that you take me back into your warm embrace
Let me revel in your beauty and splendor
As you flood my senses with a vibrant assortment of colour
Bring me back to life in a miraculously lazarian-like fashion
For only you could do so