Among skyscrapers
there are no tales
only the beat of a heart waiting for drought
the scream of a baby
thrown against glass walls
your tired face
bury deep in all that happens and forget the day
there took place here another birth:
Adam was molded from cement and steel and rigid lines,
chasing morning's rage
Eve's body is still warm
untouched by man's hand, barren womb
the snake that entices her close to the tower's peak
is the most dangerous kind.
And the moon, my moon, is so frightening
-on foreign shores-
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