Monday, October 27, 2025

Height in an illusional forest*

 Height in an illusional forest*


Cold and gray, concrete and steel

No heart in high rises, absence of nature one feels

Ice dripping down its interior veins

Elevator rides up and down but stays the same

No movement in robotic house that is so high

Wishes of one to be outside, like the eagle in the sky


Dom*Colucci 2011

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