Capitol
Hill Landscape
And
I’m falling upside down with the building,
Looking
at the happy children.
Everything
is melting,
Scripts
are yelling.
Voices
of knowing are delaying,
Flashes
are surrounding,
White
smiles are imitating,
And
the arts are inculcating,
Time
passes by
Seeing
everything expand,
Why
be glad?
If
time means to enlarge
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