the city

the city

the (not) wide open

the known and planned and grids of solid city flesh sewn together by sidewalks i walk down and imagine you can see through my eyes and are trying to read the signs and see the sights and know where i am.

the unknown and unfriendly and stranger.

the stranger with the bright orange pants, and the stranger with the dark sunglasses, and the stranger stranger than me or most of my crew on this boat ready to sail away from this port and out into the ocean miles of blue a storm on the horizon but blowing away into the distance.

we won't hit the cliffs, we won't even see the lights. the stars will go black as the water turns to oil and a river banked by dark brown shores. floating forever deeper into a place no person can go, wanting to swim, or even walk on the shore, but stuck in this boat, on this river, in this eternal twilight.

drop a bell
on the deck
here it rings
in silence