Windows of the sky,
The scene does not lie.
With people working behind them.
The truth of the landscape below them,
The clouds at skyscraper height,
The skyscraper at clouds height.
The co-mingling of nature and man.
This is how their story ran.
I look out of my sky window glass.
I see humanity below me.
They watch above to observe me.
We're separated by heights,
But we're one.
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