The Day After Tomorrow
The building blocks shall
largely cover every place
except
for that space between
Where the occasional sky opens up
below of course lie city streets
that people follow everywhere
Mirrored windows so sealed against
neither hearts nor storms
can shine on lively forms
can shine on lively forms
How did everything get so bad
does any ever change into
a thing approaching freedom
Only now I don’t know where to go
or what I need to write down
to whom and why and when
You say everything leads me to you
except the sky above
and all the sky below.
© 2014 Rob Schackne
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