For my city to change
I have a foreboding sense of the digging
Rebuilding
and more digging
That's about to take place
I have no way to stop it
No way for the excavation of my memories
and the piling of tar
and smoothening of cement
and the crackle of welder's wands
to leave every part of the city my mind has ever touched, untouched
I'd rather not stick around
But I'm afraid that when I return to the city of dreams
It won't be the city
of my dreams
any longer
