sits under the skin of its decedents
the ones who havent fallen
who continue to walk towards tomorrow
erect and outstretched
they say the skyline looks different
but i dont know any difference
this place is still a mystery
covered
and clasped
kept from me
i do not see the home made empty
or withered away
or the bodies decayed
i do not watch the silver sky fall
i do not remember
because i was not there
but i stand here in awe
of all that has not fallen
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