Love Sung
“I love going above ground, taking an amusement park ride in space, surrounding the city. I want to see your face.”
This subway is crossing the Williamsburg bridge. I love going above ground, an amusement park ride in space, around the city and the not city. I want to see your face.
Thick sunlight is a hollow gold nostalgia color all over glass steel stone.
I savor you, broken windows, decrepit warehouses, icy blue bursts in rectangular windows bisected over and over.
a fluorescent spew that makes my heart pound with its singular beauty.
Your lights crystallized in a night sky, framed by soft, black air.
I love you light. I love you building. I love you broken down ness. I love you age. I love you dust. I love you life.
I love you electric Brooklyn sky.
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