heading east
I am new to the city
but not lost
internal instincts
telling me which way
to turn and when
the old city is long gone
once flattened
by supernatural forces
other times sacked
at the hands of men
having found comfort
underground
there’s a relative sense
of security here
finding a little light to map
my next leg
further from the border
august two thousand twenty-four
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