there are places in the sky
where beds, like birds, fly high
where walls do not exist
where the city cannot reach
there are places in the sky
where cement on girder dries
where dreams are not yet dreamed
where no lonely businessmen lament
where the fourth wall is in the mind
will it scare? will it excite?
"does sir want a room with a view?
or perhaps an interior to peruse?"
there are places in the sky
where round about, cars fly
where the city never sleeps
by the river, cool and deep
-- Post From My iPhone
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