I hear the pleas too
I hear the whisper of promises
Coursing through hallowed hallways
Direct in their path, yet vacant in matter
I see man's own resource and hear its vulgar chink
Protected and accumulating in vaults that haemorrhage oceans of wasted
tears
I look to the stars I see their wonder I seek their perception
But, transient faces blaze
Forging an urgent understanding
I notice the pastel meld of urban adornments
Spilling from their towering heights
And again features ignite
Close, so close I want to intrude
No longer inanimate and lingering
In the absurdity of feat, to give chase
Time's evolved
Freeing us of loaves and fishes
And miracles don't unlock vaults
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