I see the buildings rising, attached to the bedrock rising high into the sky
Their surfaces reflecting the quiet light of the early morning sun
Nothing more than silhouettes framed by blue
They reach upward like fingers, grasping at a dawning sky
Up they go, Higher and higher,
Touching the heavens
Their lights waking up and rising with the sun
Orange flames licking the sides
The sun’s rays illuminating them
The buildings rise above New York, blocking our view of heaven
An unextractable aspect of our lives
Reflections bounce back and forth, from building to building
Breaking up and fracturing the tranquility of the bright blue sky
They break up the stillness of the morning light
These buildings become, in a way, become a part of the sky
They rise up brick by brick, attaching the ground itself to the sky
They connect the rest of us to the sky above
These buildings pierce the sky, scraping against it
They pepper the skyline, adding character
They stand tall and distinguished
Against a backdrop of yellow, orange, and blue
They ascend in a gradient of color, eyes being drawn skyward
They are buildings that scrape the sky, reaching up
Allowing heaven and earth to meet in the middle
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