Take me to where the buildings no longer control

The dusk falls
under pressure from the night sky,
abandoned
by any symmetry that is left.

A light that hides
underneath the doorway
can spark thoughts of comfort
or a worry.

But an empty glance
directed forth at the night sky
echoes the empty room
filled with a lack of light.

Uncomfortable positions
take place
in a working mind’s conditions
without proper regulations.

The city can be so ugly
amid the fallout of a dark power,
inhibiting every move
we set to play on the chess board.

Wipe the pieces off the table,
and keep all that is left:
the grass growing in the cracks
on the sidewalks outside.

Aging superpowers don’t fare well
against the mind of a nature boy,
the knowledge of peace
and the want to destroy.

All that sits before us
are endless windows and stories,
standing proudly in front of those that starve
and beg at the feet of hunger.

But we are all the same,
as atoms make up life,
and the spark it takes
to douse the city in flames.