29th April 2022

Solid things,
don' t seem real,
cold hard concrete,
uninviting steel.

Lives playing out,
give us form,
people and love,
keep us warm.

Still I ask where,
we are in it all,
ethereal it seems,
..and quite small.

My mind won’t admit,
specs of dust,
living random lives,
banal and unjust.

I search and I think,
I explore and I feel,
trying to divine a reality,
a little more real…


Tokyo Infrastucture

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