seven flights of stairs
below me lives the world
on level ground
I sit here looking out
my window, down to where
they rush around
it's not so high they look
like ants, they're more like
dolls, of doll-house size
I walk down every morning,
then I walk back up
for exercise
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Where did the stars go? Is it just me? Can everybody else still see them? Well, I'm too tired to try to fix any problems that may be erasing them.
I like this. I like its calm and pleasant distance, as though from someone living in a hot air balloon, probably still tethered I suppose.
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