A delicate coat of rain drapes everything still that is held within the clutches
The fluorescently illuminated tower jutting from the domed earth
The spire piercing through the rain cloud like branch through melted marshmallow
The tower performing an orgy of uses throughout its structured frame
It acts as a late night sanctuary for restless zombies
And remains the focal point of tourists and first dates
It’s also an identifiable landmark amongst the regimented city life
Tree-lined skyscrapers are a reminder to let me know home is just around the corner
I sit on a rock within a meter of racetrack that circumference mid-mountain
A Monet painting of bushy earth masks the deep-chested tower
Hunkering in its shadows
I WONDER how often our voice and presence now matter how truthful are covered?
By an outdated heavily guarded over priced one sided misunderstood often duplicated
Piece of @#$!
6/28/09
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