In the city without a center no one can walk a full circle no one knows how far to go no one knows where to begin In the city without a center there is leaving but no coming home . In the city without a center I build a house you build a house but we are not neighbors I don't where to meet you where fountains would be where gardens would be In the city without a center where we would have a temple are more houses . In the city without a center streets follow the compass not the land clocks follow each other not the sun our speed is steady without interruption our grief for lost seasons and old landmarks is a secret we keep from ourselves . In the city without a center we measure everything even our measurements we keep records we use complex tools the measures do not matter only the numbers of the measures In the city without a center hours, inches, ounces have no meaning of their own . In the city without a center I bring words together but cannot tell a story I build one piece of an invisible machine I cannot see anything except in a mirror . I live in the city without a center; I live in the city, without a center
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