to be where I stand

many faces appear through the chimneys,
dark clouds–
darker than the fog slither on top of the city that created my being

winter is here,
it has arrived for a while in me.
no pigeon flies over the balcony,
none of them dies, none of them lives.

all doors closed,
the windows,
all entries shut.

no one is allowed, no is allowed.

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