Looking through windows out upon the city, watching
lights twinkle and change shape, altering visions in
timely moments, accepting evening's attitudes with
aplomb and at times agitated moods of desire.
Standing in hallways, looking out from different
angles at the city below me, all of it affecting how
I see things through poetical eyes, watching for
moments altogether in unison as I write.
Cheating on life as I watch lights beckoning me to
walk away and take all kinds of facets into
consideration, applying them to the beautiful
interests contained in me.
Socially triggering every motion and taking steps
into wonder-lights of unappreciated methods.
Lowering myself as I try to rise higher onto tops of
mountains, belying facts that I can climb without
wings forever, just changing footholds to reach
interior goals so closely held within.
Knowing first glances holding me together with the
knowledge of current attitudes.
Looking down now upon the valleys below, having made
it, finally.
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