I wander through this secret city
mapped in the words we only know,
and we can only define.
I am the citizen of you
and you of me.
Everyone we know drives bye,
their cars filled
with everything we own
flying out the window.
The next vanishes
into the mist
beyond the curb
of what we once were.
Or, is it, will be?
Where they went,
we know.
Where they’re going,
we know.
Our eyes and ears
want to follow,
it’s so bright and loud
and hard to hold inside,
even in all the shooting.
