I am at one
With the burned out buildings
A dark orange breeze
The motors humping
And my eyes
Are two full moons
This dream so real
I can touch it
A dream so real
I am moved by it
Ladies bend
In a road of shuffling brick
Their voices
Twisting in my ear
Through a small
Set of speakers
Somewhere far off
A seagull moans
To nothing
With a gnarled leg
Caught in a smoking vent
A dream so real
I can touch it
A dream so real
I can bathe in it
I proceed carefully
Through the barking crowd
The engines
Make ripples of heat
When i walk by
Mother nature arcs
Over the rooftops
And slithers
In asphalt cracks
A dream so real
I can touch it
A dream so real
I can touch it
A dream so real
I can be hurt by it
O chicago
