MANHATTEN
MANHATTEN
Intent gets blocked by noise—
A cacophony of signals crossed in the ether,
Sirens wailing from distant towers,
Static crackling like forgotten fires in the wires.
We shout across the void, our voices frayed,
Drowned in the hum of a world too loud to hear,
Where every whisper is swallowed by the roar
Of engines, crowds, and the relentless scroll.We drive toward each other on expressways without exits,
Endless asphalt ribbons uncoiling into the haze,
Headlights piercing the dusk like desperate promises,
But the lanes diverge in silent betrayal.
No off-ramps to pull over, no shoulders to rest upon,
Just the blur of mile markers ticking like a faulty clock,
Racing in parallel, forever approaching,
Yet trapped in the geometry of almost-touching.Don't think because I use strong words,
That I am always strong—
These syllables are armor forged in the forge of fear,
Heavy plates that clank and weigh me down.
Beneath the bold declarations, the thunderous claims,
Lies a fragile core, trembling like a leaf in the gale,
A vulnerability masked in metaphors,
Whispering truths I dare not say aloud.What moves me through me moves on,
A current swift and merciless as a river in flood,
Surging with passion's electric charge,
Carving canyons in the soul's soft earth.
It rushes in waves of joy and fury,
Filling every crevice with its wild, untamed force,
Then recedes without warning, pulling back to the sea,
Leaving echoes in the hollows where it once raged.And I am left as empty as a storm sewer
When the rains have gone—
Damp echoes dripping in the dark,
Debris of leaves and lost things cluttering the grate.
The thunder's rumble fades to silence,
The deluge's fury spent and scattered,
Just a concrete vein, dry and forgotten,
Waiting for the next tempest to awaken it anew.Yet in this emptiness, a quiet resilience stirs,
The knowledge that noise will part like parting clouds,
That expressways must bend toward some horizon,
And strength, though fleeting, rebuilds in the calm.
We navigate the chaos, intent flickering like stars,
Hoping one day the signals align, the exits appear,
And what passes through us lingers long enough
To fill the sewers with something more than rain.
A cacophony of signals crossed in the ether,
Sirens wailing from distant towers,
Static crackling like forgotten fires in the wires.
We shout across the void, our voices frayed,
Drowned in the hum of a world too loud to hear,
Where every whisper is swallowed by the roar
Of engines, crowds, and the relentless scroll.We drive toward each other on expressways without exits,
Endless asphalt ribbons uncoiling into the haze,
Headlights piercing the dusk like desperate promises,
But the lanes diverge in silent betrayal.
No off-ramps to pull over, no shoulders to rest upon,
Just the blur of mile markers ticking like a faulty clock,
Racing in parallel, forever approaching,
Yet trapped in the geometry of almost-touching.Don't think because I use strong words,
That I am always strong—
These syllables are armor forged in the forge of fear,
Heavy plates that clank and weigh me down.
Beneath the bold declarations, the thunderous claims,
Lies a fragile core, trembling like a leaf in the gale,
A vulnerability masked in metaphors,
Whispering truths I dare not say aloud.What moves me through me moves on,
A current swift and merciless as a river in flood,
Surging with passion's electric charge,
Carving canyons in the soul's soft earth.
It rushes in waves of joy and fury,
Filling every crevice with its wild, untamed force,
Then recedes without warning, pulling back to the sea,
Leaving echoes in the hollows where it once raged.And I am left as empty as a storm sewer
When the rains have gone—
Damp echoes dripping in the dark,
Debris of leaves and lost things cluttering the grate.
The thunder's rumble fades to silence,
The deluge's fury spent and scattered,
Just a concrete vein, dry and forgotten,
Waiting for the next tempest to awaken it anew.Yet in this emptiness, a quiet resilience stirs,
The knowledge that noise will part like parting clouds,
That expressways must bend toward some horizon,
And strength, though fleeting, rebuilds in the calm.
We navigate the chaos, intent flickering like stars,
Hoping one day the signals align, the exits appear,
And what passes through us lingers long enough
To fill the sewers with something more than rain.
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