Saturday, September 29, 2007


the 22nd floor of a glass tower

just glass, marble

the air of tension & power

harsh, cold, curt intercom scratched voices

staccato syllables

false politeness with a spirit of fear & suspicion

a blind behind glass opens to a faceless face & mute reflections

at least the elevators sing

whistling a mating call as they pass each other

let the glass and marble mate

speedily the breath of up and down

as humans degrade each other to the baseline

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:: note :: ... written in an consulant waiting for a visa application ...