Mass of rain scaling skyscrapers

Point only to failed ambitions

Alone in the city of millions he walks on the left

Against the open floor of human traffic

Hourly inflicting and literally pulling

Wanting to connect to the source

He's too afraid to ask so he walks alone

He's the monolith

Like limbs of a dismembered poet rippling vains of lengthy full scars

Yet just above the internal wounds that never seem too mit completely

A world of great matter house a city he calls his own

Standing on a ledge he surveys the land between his feet and the horizon

Seeking projectile eyes burnt in a flame retile dress of the mob

The lithium change seems to sting his tongue

He's the monolith

He's the monolith

They will break they will burn far

It feels so missed

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It feels so missed

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