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City Lines
© 2004, Roy Stucky

I work inside the city lines
But that's not where I dwell.
The artificial universe
Projects a sleepless spell.

The cycle turns around again
And makes my partial whole.
The season northern cities fight
Awakes my very soul.

The shopping malls and grocery stores
Are good to leave behind.
Then tranquil states where sentience wakes
Are easier to find.