93 million miles Ra’s rays travel
and light your cratered face
as you rise between monoliths
where janitors man buffers
and ambitious white collars sit by crumpled fast food wrappers
devouring data, dreaming of their own ascension
while you climb ten floors a minute
tomorrow, our wide world will shave a corner from you
in a fortnight, you will be a white whisper
though surely as our stone spins, you will again
become gibbous--then regally full
inside the scrapers, the buffers yet buzz,
the aspiring giants yet yearn for more
while you remain, silent light in the night,
unperturbed by their folly
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
93 million miles Ra’s rays travel
and light your cratered face
as you rise between monoliths
where janitors man buffers
and ambitious white collars sit by crumpled fast food wrappers
devouring data, dreaming of their own ascension
while you climb ten floors a minute
tomorrow, our wide world will shave a corner from you
in a fortnight, you will be a white whisper
though surely as our stone spins, you will again
become gibbous--then regally full
inside the scrapers, the buffers yet buzz,
the aspiring giants yet yearn for more
while you remain, silent light in the night,
unperturbed by their folly
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