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A spire stretches above

the night time city, a beacon,

as cars roll by like voices

in gentle harmony.

 

A million eyes carelessly trace

its familiar figure

and millions more look through it

in search of the extraordinary.

 

The notes spring forth

from exhaust pipes and engines

as the song crescendoes

in a brash cacophany.

 

Meanwhile, the spire

watches, then listens,

and attempts to conduct

an unruly symphony.




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