Not at all so far from losing all That good innocence and turning into One of them. like the guy about a halfway To the ground. still consumed by some Need he cannot name or put a finger on. But there are still some strange dynamics To it. some highs and lows to bending just Too much.
In a room full of dust All shapes clouded inside Room full of dust As some far reach of the sun With just a bit of it teasing, looking in. Around some corners Around, in the deep inside That will soften to a beautiful promise.
You can see some ghosts of workers moving about Still. flowing, heaving to and fro. Here at the far reaches of the sun.
