sunlight strikes
drills hills, holes through the listless clouds
like a falling steel beam underwater
colored footfalls down strobe lit streets and hallways
inside storm windows rattle
with the nervous metallic sky
ready to break in compliance with the falling heavens
a hurried reflection flattens
and dances against the iron grain of the day
nimble around all the attention we never paid
even so, hope grows like ivy
slowly wrapping around
black bolted gates
paint flaking white and red rusted bridges
in the open evening like an industrial jawbone
your arms open as in crane flight
sleeping secrets away in flat plains
undercover 'till that wretched sun goes away
to escape these black buildings
shattering a monolith
with a bulls eye drip drip dripping
there on your proud breast
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