Nobody knows you at the centre of the crowd
Your tattooed fingerprints
The weapons in your head
You can walk through this city an invisible man
Without touching another mind
Behind masks of brittle iron
You carry all your collected dreams autumn blue
In pockets winter deep
Coiled for the spring
And your footsteps scuff flint against incendiary stone
To light the fuse
For summer's expansion

January 2010

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