Symphony For High Density Housing
Like gods the pillars stretch
to scrape the skies.
Like giant stone trees rise.
These many windowed buildings where
now I am to live.
Located from my place
to this man built mountain grey.
Out of dwellings short and low I roam.
Awed to see and some afeared as
tall out of the concrete grew.
Yet still I knew inside
that I was home.
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