An Insomniac's View of the World by Paul Ivanov

I am a city, covered with the blanket of darkness
People trampling over my soft covers.
I'm glaring and observing children, friends, enemies, and visitors of mine.
Clashing together, pondering alone.
Lend me your ear,
And a great deal of stories you shall come to realize.
Stories of people, history of buildings, words of roads,
Whispers of pebbles, cries of creatures, sobs of pants.
Street lights like pearls, gleaming with excitement
The ominous night
Makes highways filled with cars
Into rivers of light, red and white.
I am Nwanda, Superman, a man of bats
I can do anything. I am all-powerful, a
Mortal god. What I do is not questioned
By anyone, not even you.
I am thoughtful and deep
Am I an angel, or am I a freak?
Who cares, I just fell asleep.

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