I mounted each step
feeling the air thin the more
I climbed.
The physical viscous must
of the concrete deep
gave way to the cool,
noisy luft,
psychotic with urban dissonance.
I mounted each step
feeling the air thin the more
I climbed.
The physical viscous must
of the concrete deep
gave way to the cool,
noisy luft,
psychotic with urban dissonance.
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