Portraiture of a City
disjointed interconnectivity

"Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured."
– From To a Stranger, Walt Whitman
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cozy uptown street
busy-bodies flowing
through the bustling
heart of now
every earthling face
ever-revolving minds
filled with divine
purpose on rock
strangers' loud comfort
ninety-nine unknown
kin cosmic violins
tuned to eternity
life circling life
anchor-less starlings
instinctively seeking higher
buzzing hypnotic murmurations
About the Creator
𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗– 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜.
♡ 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 ♡



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