In the City

In the city lies a silence
In the hustle and the bustle.
An impenetrable silence in the middle of the din.
A silence that has sound yet longs for understanding.
A silence that is not golden and belies the city’s sin.

In the city lies a stillness
In the hustle and the bustle.
A moving, stirring stillness that leaves bareness; a hole.
A stillness that does not settle yet craves for comfort motion.
A stillness that is not peaceful depleting the city’s soul.

In the city lies an emptiness
In the hustle and the bustle.
An emptiness that deprives and desiccates the same.
An emptiness in fullness, or busyness often forgotten.
An emptiness that in its essence calls loneliness its name.

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