New York

Where loneliness prides itself as latest fashion
and hides her airy face ´hind pointless privacy,
in crowds (mass-meeting) celebrates her passion
for rendering all love a petty piracy.

Where towering stones keep out of sight
the floating all-embracing skies,
and tend to rip the vision up alike
crossword borders baring souls to rise.

Where peace and calm seem but a memory,
flightiness and chatter exacting their surrender,
and holy held alone that´s sensory,
prospect profit mocking faith a slander.

Come you! Embark on this and take a pleasant walk,
but don´t expect a blessing from New York.