Towers Descended from Space
Little towers, peaks undercut from the sunStretching higher before they’re goneRushing waves and sweltering windsBrush harshly, scratching rock thinA catalyst of working artA conversation to startPassing eyes linger upon its shadowWatch it grow and growmark upon the setting stonestretched before its blownbrick by brickthey rise and sticka monument to our progressive witas dusk proceeds to vanishour laughs turn to anguish.
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