The 7×7 City

Where trees grow on clouds upside down
The mountains masked as hills
The anonymously familiar.
Where time travel is for everyone.
Segregated races shake hands from their respective cages.
And if your mind has a mouth with a speechless tongue
then its synaptic lips
don’t hesitate to kiss the blissfulness of
of a lover who already knows exactly what you’re thinking…

A Farmer Jones Production