I'm just a lonely man. Looking up at a skyscraper. And its outward reach. And it's inner workings. Reaching out of itself. Through wires and screens. Bending the sensation of touch. Into the inner workings of dreams. I'm just a lost piece. Finding the larger puzzle. Kicked and scattered and waiting. To be clinched. Solutions may vary. Like shifts in the landscape. Green with every new day. Erased and unknowing.
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