The sky crystal above the earth,
get perforated with our humble hands,
The silence in the noisy air grated,
slowly; by not the trees, but our tenacity,
up and up, our hope and life go,
what not shared equally on the ground,
we share them in the caves of the space,
building the glass erectile aperture,
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We perforate the space leading to all the problems we face. Beautifully expressed in a short poem. Thank you.