The Mighty City

Slowly the days passes

Into darkness

Sterile grey days in a northern

City of rational reasons

Limiting options and human sympathies

We live here as prisoners of Descartes

In the very city were he died

Every philosophy, every philosopher

Dies in this city at the end of the world

Only the frail memories remains

Forever frozen

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