There will never be another moment in time like this –
This second when two sets of eyeballs became one.
With passing iteration, the last – is more so missed;
Yet, it is cemented in this verse - to never be undone.
Like the way our urban scene appears in the solar glare,
The architecture rising high into empyrean –
Into the firmament, adorned in cerulean.
Each (currently) modern edifice, which is so massive,
Standing like a titan in the elements totally impassive;
The stone slabs and brick, so inattentive, yet so aware.
The mosaic mural of each passing pedestrian and their countenance…
Native and foreigner, each leaving their own impression –
Another succession in the previous others` procession.
Though their current physical likeness may dissolve,
Each cerebral facsimile, nothing can absolve or resolve.
… On the canvas of the landscape, they leave their eternal resonance.
No matter what the prospective possibilities may convey,
No matter what the impending future may reveal or portray;
This soiree, this occurrence, will never be cliché or passé:
The two optics encountering each other, in this poetic
display.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
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