THE CORRIDORS
The streets are dark
the sun blotted by man
and his creations
his inventions
and discoveries.
The sea is invisible
and weather irrelevant
down below
here
amongst the proles.
But high, high above
we mere mortals
rest the men who made us
the species we serve
the special people.
They master us from their heights
watching nature
and we
lowly surface dwellers
scurry at their whims.
Someday
I shall not look up so wistfully.
Someday
I shall climb to their plateau.
Someday
I shall laugh at nature
and my fellow proles
and be something greater
more godly
something closer to the skies.
Someday
I shall walk down
their corridors of air conditioning
but for now
beneath them
I still choke on their exhaust.
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