Metropolis Mind
My mind is city
With journeying words,
Syllables, letters, numbers,
Facts, acting as passerbys,
Departing as swiftly
As they arrive.
However,
A few special words,
Syllables, letters, numbers,
Facts take up permanent residence
In my little metropolis,
Planting themselves
There forever.
Then of course,
There are those words,
Syllables, letters, numbers,
Facts which zoom on by, leaving
Absolutely no evidence
That they had ever
Been there.
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