The Globe Trotter&The Waterfalls (2nd Act: 9 Floor Building) Poem by Ayden Fotko

I have had to be in the 2nd floor when mo(u) rning meant to leave
Bounded to repeat the 7th recall of the un-union-ed folklore
In-for-to atrophy to receive in order of the 3rd...
Thy waters after cripple pilots i swim, i drink, i glisten my panorama

Press the button to recall me from the 8th floor

Come drive me out of an almost mystery spot..
...atmosphere that unknown plains contains
Now a different kind of fundamentalism reckons on the elastic chains of commercity..
Come release me from these thoughts; charm me not; hypnotize me yes,
as the counter never rests, until i waste infinity.
Like our sympathy last-standing fest
Don't take me as a matter
Consider insects synergy in raw of human company.

Chromatic shields if i could set, as for to conquer dreams in dreams
The golden lair of albatross the phoenix should have seen.
Sumerian misfortune in choirs of standard comes...anti-climax arias...
...the détente tunes sang melancholy, sang deleastic elegys
like atmos reaches atmosphere and clouds cry in rain..

And me..from tears i torn the facets; the ones i, like sweated grass, woven
To be left in to the front..an avantgarde amigo..
So now here come thy monster formulas constructed in hypodameios rhymotomy, symmetrically set, strictly, to the order of the horizon points.

Now north, east, west and south can be perfectly cartesianized to the asphalt groma of industries.Apparatus Apparition

For as far as i can see the northeast part of southern west
i feel like i've touched the 6th floor

But the doors of 9th are open...how have i come to realize?