Loading…initiating_poemoutput… > My steps are imperceptiblepicking through these city streets…My mind remains impressionableto the grittiness this city keeps… And I breathe in the smogthrough the fog of misty dreams…Each droplet like a logof accomplishments they couldn’t meet… Honking, blaring, fills my mindand, to me, it’s like a bird’s song…The city twists and turns and windsand…