Spring in the city

in-verted
upside-down s/tree/t
an ominous sky gripped
in the barest
arms of a tree

vert-tical cliffs
dust glass steel
three subterranean limbs
webbing in
a piece of heaven?

that, too
is not what it seems
but a palimpsest of spring
in an intro-vert self-
absorbed city

I cross blindfolded

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"To speak is to not see. 

So all speech is to some extend blind."

― Jacques Derrida