If only a city
could magic into
tunnelled space
above ground,
tree light as found
under leaves;
every street
greenshaded glow,
walkers holding
themselves sacred
as they flow.
A city that could be this
could feel like
a true home and not
temporal temporary.
Forever forest
of somehow eternal.
Life and death
mix, turn synonym,
demand new names
in the language
of this new city.
Dark Matter 
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