
Even the moon’s small
only humans dream so high
local skyscraper

Even the moon’s small
only humans dream so high
local skyscraper

I climb a mountain
rage, rage against the dying
feel alive again

In smug godliness
I look down at skyscrapers
hundred floors above

Sunrise on pebbles
reflection of life’s beauties
for those who wake up

All the world must stop
watch Mother Earth gulp her sun
daily matinee