OBSERVATION
I.
the empire hung
over the city
like a sickness.
it breathed
a rotten disease
down upon the
pavement of
crosswalks.
children turned their
heads up high in
curiousity.
there was a cool
steam rising
from the streets.
and, lost in the mist,
there was a boy
who couldn't see
that he was in
a part of everything.
candles burned bright
in windows and
on the tips of
stone fingers.
there was a path
of noise to follow.
and it led straight
into a heart of
music and musing.
OBSERVATION
II.
these must be
great machines
crafted from
the hearts of
demons or beasts
with a fury
like that of
disaterous thunder.
there i sat, held
captive by the
sound of an orchestra
cracking their
instruments
in protest of
God's peaceful
creations.
and all this
meant nothing.
i was just
observing the sky
above me as it
rebelled against
the smooth canvas
of consistency.
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