The Density of Dreams

Coming home tonight I was drawn into the spiraling suction of the partially lit high rises, disappearing into the horizon, around the curves in streets, ad infinitum, the overly brightened sky a black, starless dome. So many of us, cheek by jowl, the sheer density of all the dreams in such a small space. It's a wonder we can each hold on to what we want, within the swirl of energetic desire jostling for attention.