my city is an archipelago
this city is a continent
but my city is an archipelago
collected familiar islands
a family of isolated recollections
places i have grown to know
to love, to fear, to long to revisit
federated states of mind
suspended in a soup
spread among a sea
the undulating waves and shipping lanes
of places across which i travel
cross over, pass by, fly through
and i love those geological events
those volcanic moments
when new land masses emerge
rising from the depths of the darkness
new islands or just new spurs
peninsulas slowly encroaching the shores
of the formerly unknown
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