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11 | | 06 | | 2020
I miss my my mysteries My city city – – – the city city of of descending and ascending steps – – – of of aspirations as as as as well – – has disappeared You don’t move to to to New New York York City City to to to become something New New York York City City shapes you you to to to be be who you you always were It is is a a a a a a a a a city that rises and falls Dreams are are built Illusions are destroyed Mysteries appear Mysteries are are born from options The understood the the the regulated the the the the determined – no mysteries are are found there We look in in the the mirror What will happen today?
The ability to to live above and below On the the way way way to to work – on on on the the way way way home Subways buses air trains bicycles on on on on foot in in in taxis In one day – tapas from from from Harlem pasta from from from Williamsburg a a a a a a a a a Bengali dinner from from from Jackson Heights Options are the ultimate intoxicant I miss my my mysteries A A stroll in in Central Park to the the Museum of Modern Art – – three hours later cocktails in in Hell’s Kitchen – – then a a a a a a a a moon lit walk walk along the the Hudson River The stocks on on on on on Wall Street rise as as raindrops fall on on on on on your forehead walking across
the the the Brooklyn Bridge The Dow Jones plummets as as the the the sun rises above the the the Statue of of of Liberty Millions of of of people – – millions of of stories – a a a million million mirrors Then the apocalypse arrives The The sickness has has spread across
continents – killing the weakened dreamers The The illusion of safety has has been defeat- Matthew D’Abate ed After Night
There are new words now: lockdown distancing curfew confinement New New sentences: Stay home New New Normal Avoid people I miss my my mysteries In New York City the the impossible happened – – a a a a a city of ascending and and descending steps – – – now flattened by the the worst form of equality Everyone is a a a a a a a a a a a a carrier – – and and also the victim We all live a a a a a a a simultaneous fate We rise each each day day – and and fall to our beds each each night The days no longer matter and and there are ambulance sirens everywhere I miss my my mysteries Now Now we we we we must become become our own detectives Now Now the mystery we we we we we explore is who who we we we we we are – – and who who we we we we we will become become New York City used to shape shape us us us – – now we we we we must shape shape ourselves Our hearts will either descend or ascend We are now the the city of rise and fall Which will we choose?
I miss my my mysteries – only to discover the most important one Who are we when our city disappears?
Only the mirror we we look into every day holds that answer