The Skyscraper

In my naked windows –
Pale paintings of concrete harmonies
Built out
Of chaos
/
On my glassy skin –
Marks of the painful adjustments
Made by the wearer to the costume,
And vice versa
/
And in my heart –
An ancient mountain god
Dancing forgotten dances,
Whispering secret verses
/
To the sky,
Which is no longer
Listening
Or watching

6 thoughts on “The Skyscraper

    1. Hello, Carl! Thank you for the interesting comment!
      ‘Harmony’ here is a neutral word, and that concrete ‘harmony’ is not necessarily a ‘good’ kind of harmony. As you look out the window, it is for YOU to perceive what you see as ‘good’ or ‘bad’, as prison or jungle.

    1. Thank you for reading!
      It is a poem about a kind of a loss: the loss of touch with and of passion for the outside world. Maybe, it is about emotional numbness.

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