Dream Tbilisi

Tbilisi appeared last night ringed with water. And as I arrived the city wove itself around me more beautiful than any I had seen before – the buildings grew out of the ground in pastel shades as if so old they were part of the earth they rested on. Waited. I got on the monorail that led around my head, dripped down to the water and threaded together the parts that made this place. The areas were scrunched up like discarded handfuls of paper – squashed into corners or left on the ground as an afterthought. Old and accidental this place had grown to look more natural than any I had ever seen. My eyes shivered.