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| Well here's a concept.      |
| I enclosed this "poem"      |
| with the song. I was bored  |
| the day before (June 24th), |
| and so I just wrote what    |
| came into my head.          |
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Towers Cut the Skies
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I look down through the glass
and see the darkness ripped by
shards of neon.
There's no way down with the
elevators out of order.
I just have to stare out into
the night in towers that cut
the skies.

Trapped here untill morning,
the images have to be my
sustenance. If only the lights
above would stop flickering,
so that I could end this
boredom with sleep. All alone
now in towers that cut the
skies.

I can see the moon from here,
amidst a starlit sky. I think
about the lives of people in
this city. Is everyone else
asleep? Or are the awake,
standing by their windows,
glancing up towards towers
cutting the skies.

-- Circuits Edge June 1998
