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An Ode to the White City

Updated on July 2, 2012

At odds I am with thee

knowing thy nature as I do

seeking to reside within thee anon

knowing my battle wounds sting

my scars ache

the knowledge that few within thee

will understand what I have done

yet it must be done

I will make thy foundations

I will bust sod in preparation

One day thou wilt fill the earth

but not until they want thee too

as I want thee

and know how thou art made

every now and then

according to my nature

I think on thee

it hurts

but in hurting I know me

my pull to thee strengthened

my resolve stiffened

thy core being above the earth

even when thou art come

I must forbear

too much work to fill thee

to educate

to change the world

for thy expanse

one day though

ragged, tattered

I will enter thee

never to go out again.


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    • Jaggedfrost profile image

      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

      Alas you are right

      tis an ode nothing deeper

      she will wait for me

    • Mhatter99 profile image

      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      Not yet, fair brother

      for truly it is sweeter

      because of this

    • Jaggedfrost profile image

      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

      Me too. I hope you are well.

    • twolittlehands profile image

      twolittlehands 5 years ago from Utah

      I hope that when you do enter never to go out again that the ache and sting of your battle wounds can be relieved.