City Poems: Vienna

Instilling a sense, almost, a
new piece of what had been, once,

Very often, inside each City is,
instead of hearts and darkness, and
encompassing Identity.
now, to understand…now, despite
never-having-before, it matters little.
anyone may, at one point, fall in love and die for it. Many do.

Then it amounts to the When and Where
however, denied, it seems that
every time Life happens when it is
realized that One must bend and
enter a phase of timely acceptance,

Yet instead of Truth
or Something close enough, it remains
unknown still

When the World falls apart,
entire Orders shifting,
really---intense and apparent,
everyone understands. You do.