I'm going to make a weird comment, okay? Sometimes I see a person's poetry in their choice of icon. Yours for example... an overlook of the city at night. When everything is asleep, everything is still. You stand back and take a picture of it all.
This poem stands above the city, looks down at it, and paints what it sees. It sees people. But what it paints is the human soul...
Terrific work. I love it.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.