looking through the cracks
sun in between skyscrapers
i don’t know if there are any answers anywhere
clouds of dust

a perfectly good building otherwise
with a rip in the side 5 stories tall 3 windows wide
i couldn’t get my mind around a tragedy 1/100th the size

i’ve been there and somewhat saw
shafts of light between buildings
but i was there and somewhat have seen
that i could never ever see
that i could never ever see

i said my peace to the dead
but i don’t know what it means

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