All those places I got found

I am standing in Time Square, in a side street, looking up. The tops of the buildings are sitting in clouds; they rise up and disappear, their outlines like jagged glass against smoke. 

All that noise, and all that sound,
All those places I got found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
to show you how it all began

There are all kinds of sounds around me – beating drums, music, cars, horses, laughter, shouts, machinery and then there is me, here.

I am standing here in this street, a dot, looking up, my eyes momentarily closed, breathing in and out and I am so free, I can feel my feet lift off the ground.

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